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Containing  Martial  and  Patriotic  Pieces, 

,  •         (CHIELFT  ORIGINAL,) 

Applicable  to  (he  present  war. 


M  03  I  L  E  ,    A  L  A  : 

W.  P.  WISELY,  NO.  33;  ST.  MICHAEL  ST.- 
1864 . 


Entered  according  t<  in  the  year  1804.  by 

WM:.    F.    WISELY, 
•'  In  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  Southern  District  of  Alabama. 


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A  t  6  R  Y  . 


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\  i.'oi.i.j  otion  oi'  (be  metrical  effusions  of  Southern  genius 
elicited  by  tlie  present  war,  is  a  desideratitm  in  tbe  Confederacy  . 
Many  Song  Books  have  been  issued  to  supply  the  great  de- 
-  mand  for  that  species  of  literature   in  our   Army,  but   they^ 
bave    been  almost   exclusively  collections   of   European. or 
Yankee  lyrics',  iHy  suited,  if  not  adverse,  to  tbe  spirit  and  pur- 
j  poses  of  our  people.    This  is  not  just,  either  loTnc  capacities 
or  the  demands  of  the  country.    The  glorious'  "cause  in  which! 
,  the  South  is  struggling,  is   well-  calculated  to  call'  forth  the 
!  highest  manifestations  of  intellect  and  .enthusiasm,  and  to  give  , 
.    birth  to  those  fervid  sentiments — those' "  thougliis  that  br< 
(    and  words  that  burn,"  which  have  characterized  her  ,<_ 
5  sons -in  every  department  of  feeling,  elocmence  or  song. 

Thinking  thus,  the  publisher  of  the  present  volume,  deti 
I  ined  to  use  his  efforts  to  produce  a  collection  of  original  Songs, 
'^solely  by  Southern  writers,  which  should  be  creditable  to  the' 
(  heart  and  iaand  of  ourcountry,  and  help^  to  inspire' those  lofty 
sentiments  which  are  the  very  soul  of  patriotism  and  military 
valor.     The -Songs  of  a  nation,  as  illustrated  iu  the  Marseilles v- 
Hymn,  Rule  Britannia,  and  other  kindred  gems,  are  as  potent 
c  as  her  arms  in  protecting  her  against  tyranny  and  aggression. 
?      The  publisher  accordingly  offered    a  premium  of   Firry 
)  dollars  for  the  best  Song,  suited  to  the  present  time.    A  com- 
)  mittee   of   three  gentlemen,   (Key.  Dr.    Picree,    Hon    Percys 


3  7Z 133 


^J    4  PREFATORY 

\  Walker  aqd  (i.  Y.  Overall,  Esq.,)  were-  appointed  to  make  the 

)  award.    Near    thirty  pieces  were  submitted  in  competition, 

most  of  them  possessing  high  literary  merit.    After  much  de-  . 

• 
liberation,  the  committee  selected  the  piece  entitled  "  South - 

{  land,"  as  the  most  meritorious.    The   author's  name  was  not 

■  given,  he  only- requesting  in  his  note  that  the  money,  if  awarded  S 
'  him,  should  be  paid  over  for  the  benefit  of  our  necessitous  sbl- 

'..  diers.    This  modesty  will  add  to  the    attractiveness  of  his 
piece,  which  is  the  ffrst  in  the  present  volume. 

Numerous  original  songs  have  been  kindly  contributed,  -since 
lh» printing  commenced.    They  constitute  a  larger  mass  of  na-  < 
tive  lyrics  and  baUads  than  has  hitherto  bee'n  issued  in  the 
.  Confederacy:  and  will,  it  is  trusted,  redound  to  our  intellec- 
tual reputation  abroad.  ^. 

Besides  the  original  matter,  selections  of  the  best  pieces 'of  a 
kindred  character,  from  periodicals,  have  been  made,  so  as  to 
present  specimens  of  the  talent  of  most  of  <>ur  Southern  '. 
writers. 
For  the  elevated  purpose  which  the  publisher  had  in  view  , 
v  and  the  varied  merits  of  its  contents,  he  trusts  that  this  little 
volume  will  meet  with  popular  tavor,  especially  in  our  ttallant 

■  Anm' . 


1  N  D  K  X 


The  Pieces  Marked  with  a  Star  ( - )  are  Original   in  th 


a  Cham  • ' 

A  Cry  to  Ann- .; )'.  .By  Henry  TiBttOd 51 

All  Quiet  along  the  Potomac : . .  .Lama*  Fontaine 99 

Annie  of  the  Talc*.' Pan]  P$Jby..;.. 59 

■Approach  of  Battle* iQ 

Arm  for  the  Southern  Land M.  B.  Lamar 79 

ifihby .' John  R.  Thomson .  .  <T> 

Battle  Call* Arthur  Belton 7  5' 

lline  Grass*. 1 : A.  B.  Meek 25 

Cavaliers  of  Dixie*-. •' K  F-  p,n'!1'1' 77 

Ciockuaben* trt&ar  BeltOD 75 

Drummer  Boy  of  Shiloh. . 62 

Dying  SoMkn'*...., .1.  A.  ICecklin *.   14 

Farewell* ».........'.:....  .R.  B.  Trimmer .... .-.  43 

Torrest's  battle  (3iorus* .'. 

Gallant  So  * Paul  Polby 84 

,.. '. vJae<  ....  o'.v 

God  our  Refuge*.. . .' Hi- 
God  Save  the  South* Rei       "   " 

Hymnfor  Fast  Day* '  • ..'. .  ..100 

Hymn  to' the  Dawn*-. • \.  J.    Requier so 

I  would  be.  a  Soldier  Still 74 i 

Davis*.... A. B.  Meek 80 

Jolyi  Pelham '. " Jantes  R.  Randal]...,  23  ■ 

Lament  for  Mumford* Miss  J.  M.  Porter ....  41  ' 

Laud  of  My  Father.-:* . . .  A.  B.  Meek 50 ', 

Lifting  of  the  Banner* '. A.  B.  M  eek S5 

'  LeneStarFlag T. .FT.  L.  Flash 53 


J  7JL  733 


(  Louisiana , , „ 73 

niri*..- \.  [Alexander! 71 

l  Mobile  Banner  Son^: '. Reuben  Xason 15 

Love  ami  I k ......Asa  Ilartz .«.  -63 

1  Hj  Maryland ...James ]R.  Randall..,.  .66 

-  tidier  Boy I..  K.  Grayson'. 34 

;  My  Wife  and  Child H.  R.  Jackson. , 59 

Not  Doubtful  of  your  Fatherland W.  o.  Simrfis, 17 

Country's  Ensign* " Southland'" 49 

Country's  Heroes* fc  B.  Meek 9 

'.nth A.  .1.  Reqtrier 30 

M.B.Lamar 94 

::!i.-tment. ' Mrs.  M.  J.  Caaedo.;:  28 

I  for  the  War-. ..." ' M .  W.  Ghapmai  1 22 

Richmond  on;  the  James  > g.  E.  Burgees.. ....    -1 

Mings  of  the  South ; L  Q,  R ,34 

jdy-Six  and  Sixty-one* ....J.  W.  Overall :  L". 

ier-'s  Heart* • F,.P.  Beaufort 58 

Southland* r '. (Prize  Song) &     7 

Southern  Cross '. St .  George  Tucker ...  97 

Evan  Elbert 

hern  Maiden'  . '. Mrs.'M.'J.  Canedo. . .  47 


-  Way 

■  v ^ ...y-[\<.-  K.  C.  Sloman.  . 

.•.:...; B.  ».  Berjryhill 66  * 

The  Soldier's  Last  Bugli  1 -104 

To  the  Rescue*  Alabama. : a.  B.  Meek W( 

Try  Us , Francis  Baker . .... 

Uniform  of  Craj *. ....    . .    Eyan  Elbert 

Valiant  Goastjript 

'i  . ' F.  I'.  Befcufort 88  \ 

War  Child .'.Anderson. ..    64 

Yank.-  [>0O<Uo  dOO*..,V.. '. Alabanjhui L9 


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SOU  T  11  L,  AM  D;. 

tiie   PRIZE   SONG. 

They  sing  of  the  Eaft. 
With  its  flowery  feast,  , 
I  And  clime  of  the  North-,  with  its  mountains  of  snowj  > 

But  give  me  the  land 
:       •  Where  the  breezes  blow  bland, 

-  O'er  realms  of  magnolia  and  myrtle  below.  ' 
'    __  The  land  of  the  South, 

The  fair  "sunny  South,  •,'..$ 

The  flower-crowned  South, 
In  tlffjjrandeur  for  meJ 

Her  sens  are  aye  brave. 
And  no  chains  can  enslave. 
Though  countless  the  hordes  oftheirfoemen  may  be;  ; 
Ah  !  see,  even  now.  • 
As  with  battle-stained  brow, 
?  They  vanquish  the  Northmen  on  land  and  on  sea  ! 
>.  ■     .     The  land  of  the  South, 

The  yOung  gallant  South, 


SQY      —  »._. 


SOLDIER'S    TRIZE   SONGSTER. 


The  invincible  South, 
In  its  valor  Tor  me '  • 

-    II  er  daughters  arc  Jair 
As  tli e  pure  lilies  there. 
And  cheer;h"cr  brave  soldiers  tor  freedom  to 
Their  smiles-arc  the  light 
-Of  the  war-clouded  night, ... 
Their  tears  are  sweet  dew-drops  distilled  from  the  sky. ; 
The  land  of  the  South. 
'The  sweet*  rosy  South, 
The  starry-gemmed  South. 
• ...  In  its  beauty  for  me  ' 

"-  tri  green  blossoined  dales,  •. 

And'in  violet  vales,         .. 
And  fields  white  with  cotton,  its  dwelling-  oncestoodj  J 
The  spoilers  now  seek 
Their  vile  vengeance  to  wreak, 
i  this  Eden  with  ashes  and  bloo^! 

The  land  of^the  South, 

The  opulent  South, 

The  long-plnnd'ered  South. 

hvit  me  ! 

•  >h,  who  would  not  stfcnd      • 
With  his  life  in  his  hand, 
To  shield  such  a  land  from  the  feet  of  the  foe  i 
God  made  it  thus  free, 

And  oh ,  p e r i sh  m u st.  we . *  f ( 

iJOj    ..."  ■    * 


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THE   SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  9    lo 

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•Before  it  can  be  in  bondage  laid  low  ! 

The  kind  of  the  South, 
The  proud  sovereign  South, 
The  God-shielded  South. 
Tn  its  freedovk  for  me* 


OUR  COUNTRY'S  HEROES. 

A.    B.     .MEEK.         '    ' 

Come  sing  our  country.' s  heroe-. 

The  true  and  .stalwart  hand, 
Whose  arms,  on  many  a  foughten  held. 

Have  saved  our  struggling  land  ; 
Who  dauntless  go  to  meet  the  foe. 

Alike  on  land  or  sea,— 
Three  cheers  for,  Bragg  and  .JoHhaon. 

For"  Beauregard  and  1 

They  left  their  quiet  homesteads, 

Then-  children  and  theif  wives  ; 
They  heard  their  outraged  country  bid 

Them  shield  her  with  their  lives; 
They  saw  on  high  her  standard  fly 

Amid  the  battle  smoke, — 
Three  cheers  lor  Hili-and  Longttreei. 

For  Breckinridge  and  Polk  ! 

They  scorned  all  base  submission. 

All  weak  and  coward  pleas  ;    .  .    - 
They  only  heaft  the  trump  and  drum 


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Pulsating  on  the  breeze. 
They  dashed  away,  and  in  the  /ray, 

Like'red  wine,  poured  their  blood, — 
Three  'I'.eers  for  Price  and  Bucknev, 

For  EWel-l,  Cheatham,  TTood  ! 

Oft  in  the  hour  of  carna  . 

We've  seen  their  gallant  fornix    , 
Bear  down  upon  tkefoeman's  lines. 

Like  thunder-bolts  in,  storms. 
They  heeded  not  the  shell  or  shot. 

They  scoimed  to  pause  «or  flee.— 
Three-cheers  for  Smith  and  Loripg. 
,    Masrruder  and  ITardce  ! 

We'll  go  where'er  they  lead 

With  Vheni  no  foe  we  fear. 
Their  lofty  presence,  in  the  fight. 

The  weakest  heart  can  cheer.  s     . 

O'er  rolling  drum  and  shrieking  bomb 

Ring,  out  their  clarion  tones, — 
Three  cheers  for  Taylor,  Wither:-. 

For  Cleburne.  Stuart,  Jones! 

See,  'mid  the  rushing  squadro 

How  gallantly  they  bear  ! 
'What  light- beams  from  each  fearless  face  ! 

How  calm  and  firm  they  are ! 
l^png  lines  of  steel  around  them  wh 
■  Like  planets  round  the  sun, — 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PR^5E    SONGSTER.  11   (^ 

( 

Three  cheers  for  Evans,  Early . 
For  Eode?  and.  Anderson  ! 

We  cfnnot  fail  to  conquer 

With  such  devoted  hva  . 
Though  all  the  North  should  come  at  one-.1 

We'll  give  them 'only — 
We'll  meet  their  hoides  with  trenchant  ewoi 

Uplifted  for  our  cause, — 
Three  cheers  for  Jackson.  C'la> 
-  For  Forney  and  McLaws  ! 

-— 
Old  Rome  may  boaM  her  Scipios, 

And  Greece.  Mihiades  ; 
And  England  tell  how  Nj 

On  rich  historic  E  ! 
Let  France  display  Muratjand  N 

Our  battle  ii'ump  replies.—     >. 
-Three  cheers  for  Morgan,  For 

For  Chalmers*.  Wheeler.  Wise  ! 
*  ■ 
The  Yankee  soldiers  tremble  "-*  • 

Whene'er  they  hear  their  names, — 
They've  seen  their  chargers  spurn  tm  earth. 

Amid  the  sulphur  flames  ! 
They  sneak  away  in  search  of  prey. 

And  plunder,  burn  and  rob, — 
Three  cheers  for -Adams,  Maury. 

For  Finnegan  and  Cobb  ! 

Oh,  man?  a  verdant  garland 


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12  THE    SOLDIER'S' yiIZE    SONGSTER. 

Shall  maiden  lingers  twine, 
To  wreathe  around  the  scar-seamed  brows 

Of  that  illustrious  line. 
The  roll  of  fame  shal]  show  each  name. 

Engirt  with  golden  rays, —  - 
Three  cheers  for  Pickett,  Parsons. 

For  Oracie,  Ilindinan,  Dens! 

Lo  !  on  the  storm-swept  ocean. 

We've  lion  spirits  too, 
Who've  snatched  the  sceptre  oi'  the  seas. 

From  many  a  Yankee  crew. 
Their  iron  fleet,  though  clad  complete. 

In  constant  terror  swims,- — 
Three  cheers  for  brave  Buchanan, 

Farrand,  Lynch,  .M^atfit,  Serames! 

• 
Then  sing  our  country's  heroes, 

We  cannot  name  them  all. — 
They're  found  on  every  crimson  field, 

Prompt,to  their  country's -'calj. 
In  death1  ess  verse?  bards  shall  rehearsc 

Their  praise  through  future  time. — 
Three  cheers  then  for  cur  herpes. 
\>  ,!  for  i*heir  deeds  Bublime  ! 


^j  THE   SOLDIER'S  PRIZE   SONGSTER.  13 

>       SEVJJNTY-SIX  AN»  SIXTY-ONE.  * 

I  D  V    .1  O  II  ft    W  .    O  V  E  R  A  L  I.  ., 

y  Ye  spirits  of  the  glorious  dead  !   • 

Ye  watchers  in  the  sky  !. 
;  *       Who  sought  the  patriot's, crimson'  bed 

With  holy  trust  and  high — 
1  Come  lend  your  inspiration  now. 

Come  fire  each  southern  son, 
Who  nobly  fights,  for  freemen's  rights. 
«  And  shouts- for  sixty-one. 

Come  teach  them  ho\V  on  hill,  in  glade, . 

Quick  leaping  from  your  side, 
The  lightning  flash  of  sabres  made 

A  red  and  flowing  tide  ; 
How  well  ye  fought,  how  bravely  fell. 

"Beneath  our  burning  sun, 
And  let  the  lyre,  in  strains  of  tire, 

So  speak  of  sixty-one. 

There's  many  a  grave  in  all  the  land. 

And  m#ny  a  crucifix, 
Which  tell  how  that  heroic  bain; 

i 

Stood  firm- in  seventy-six — 
Ye  heroes  of  the  deathless  past. 

Your  glorious  race  is  run, 
tint  from  yoiir  dust,  springs  freemen*-' s  trust, 
And  blows  for  sixty-one. 
•The  era  of- Southern  Confederate  Independence, 

§3.  ■  JS 


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11  THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  \£% 

We  build  our  altars  where  .you  lie 
Ou  man;  .    '      «  % 

With  sabres  pointing  to  the  sky. 
And  sanctified 'of  God — 
•  The  smoke  shalfr  rise  from  every  pile-. 
Till  freedom's  fight  is  done, 

(.-very  mouth  throughout  the  South, 
Shall  sboui  foi  sixty-oner  •     ■  ) 


THE  B»TIN«  SOLDIER. 

I  ¥    JAMES    A.    M  EC  KLIN. 

iather  round  him  where  he's  lying*. 
Hush  ydur  footsteps,  whisper  low. 
For  a  soldier  here  is  dying, 
Tn  the  sunset's  radiant  glow. 

Beating,  beating,  slowly  beating, 

Tains  the  life-blood  through  his  frame 

*;  rift  the  soldier's  breath  is  fleeting, 
And  he  calls  his  mother's  name  : 

>'•  Mother,  mother,  come  and  kiss  me, 
■  my  spirit  fades  away, 
For  I  know  you  oft  will  miss  me, 

When  you  watch  .he  sinking  day.       < 

"  Brother,  sister,  nearer,  nearer! 
Place,  oh,  place  your  hands  in  mine. 


THE    SOLDIER^    TRIZE    SONGSTER.  15 

•  You,  whose  love  than  life  was  dearer. 
Let  your  arms  around  aie  twinei 

•"Father,  see,  the. sun  is  fadip« 
From  the  hilltops  of  the  west,' 

And  th'e  valley  night  is  shading— 
Farewell,  k>v'd  ones,  I'm  at  r< 

Dying,  dying  !  yes,  he's  dying  { 
Close  the  eyalids,  let  him  rest  ; 

No  more  sorrow,  no  more  si^him', 
T/er  again  shall  heave  his  breast. 

.Sleeping,  sleeping, .calmly^ sleeping, 
Jn  the  church-yard  cold  and  drear. 

And  the.  wintry  winds  are  heaping 
O'er  him  leaflets  brown  and  sear: 

And  he's  resting,  where  forever   '    . 

Clang  oHrumpot,  roll  of  drum, 
Roar  of  cannon,  never,  never, 

Never  more  to'him  'shall  corne. 


MOBILE    BANNER    SONG 

BY    REUBEN'  NA160N. 

Air—  uj$ed,    White  cod  Bl\  ■ 
.A  song  for.  the  land  that  we  honor, 
The  clime  of  the  noble  and  brave. 


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16  THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER, 

For  the  States  which  support  our  pro-,* banner 
And  our  hfroe;by  the  bright-dancing  ware. 

Her  sons  in  the  hour  of  danger  - 
Are  true  as  their  bayonets'  steeJ. 

And  their  flag  is  still  freedom's  avenger. 
Borne  on  by  the  lads  of  Mobile. 

Oh,  the  South  is  the  pride  or  all  nations; 

Heaven. smiles  on  these  wide,  fertile  plains. 
And  crpwns  with'  its  richest  creations 

A  land  that  el  til  never  know  chains. 
Her  warriors  wflj  live  to  defend  her. 

Or  on  her  loved'- bosom  lie  16V. 
While  their  flag  carries  victory  before  it. 

And  death  to  the  treacherous- foe. 

So  here's  to  the  land  that  we  cherish. 

The  loveliest  region  of  earth- 
May  all  the  base  hirelings  perish 

Who  dare,  to  dishonor  its  worth. 
Then,  Peace,  spread  thy  pinions— while  loudly 

We  welcome  with  jubilant  peal 
The  banner-of  victory,  proudly 
•      Borne  home  bv  tlte  lads  of  Mobile 


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The  virtue  to  maintain  it; 
The  soul  to  brave,  the  will  to  do — 

Thes,e  seek  the  fight  and  gain  it !  ( 

-The  precious  p^ize 
^  .Before  your  ?yes, 


The  Conquered   Banner. 

BY  FATHER  ABEAM  J.  RYAN,  THE  POET  PRIEST  OF  THE  SOUTH. 

Furl  that  banner,  for  'tis  weary, 
Round  its  staff  'tis  drooping  dreary ; 

Furl  it,  fold  it,  it  is  best : 
For  there's  not  a  man  to  wave  it. 
And  there's  not  a  sword  to  save  it, 
And  there's  not  one  left  to  lave  it, 
In  the  blood  which  heroes  gave  it, 
And  its  foes  now  scorn  and  brave  it — 

Furl  it,  hide  it,  let  it  rest. 

Take  that  banner  down — 'tis  tattered, 
Broken  is  its  staff  and  shattered 
And  the  valiant  hosts  are  scattered, 

Over  whoir  it  floated  high. 
Oh  !    'tis  hard  for  us  to  fold  it. 
Hard  to  think  there's  none  to  hold  it, 
Hard  that  those  who  once  unrolled  it 

Now  must  furl  it  with  a  sigh. 

Furl  that  banner,  furl  it  sadly — 
Once  ten  thousands  hailed  it  gladly, 
And  ten  thousands  wildly,  madly, 

"Swore  it  should  forever  wave  ; 
Swore  that  foeman's  sword  could  never 
Hearts  like  theirs  intwined  dissever, 
Till, that  flag  would  float  forever 

O'er  their  freedom  or  their  grave. 

Furl  it!  for  the  hands  that  grasped  it, 
And  the  hearts  that  fondly  clasped  it, 

Cold  and  dead  are  lying  low: 
And  the  banner,  it  is  trailing, 
While  around  it  sounds  the  wailing 

Of  its  people  in  their  woe. 
For,  though  conquered,  they  adore  it, 
Love  the  cold,  dead  hands  that  bore  it, 
Weep  for  those  who  fell  before  it, 
Pardon  those  who  trailed  and  tore  it, 
And  oh  !    wildly  they  deplore  it. 

Now  to  furl  and  fold  it  so. 

Furl  that  banner  !  true,  'tis  gory. 
Yet  'tis  wreathed  around  with  glory, 
And  'twill  live  in  song  and  story. 

Though  its  folds  are  in  the  dust ; 
For  its  fame  on  brightest  pages, 
Penned  by  poets  and  by  sages. 
Shall  go  sounding  down  the  ages, 

Furl  its  folds  though  now  we  must. 
Furl  that  banner,  softly,  slowly, 
Treat  it  gently— it  is  holy — 

For .  it  droops  above  the  dead  ; 
Touch  it  not,  unfold  it  never. 
Let  it  droop  there,  furled  forever. 

For  its  people's  hopes  are  dead. 


3i  THJ3  soldier's  prize  songster.  17 

NOT  DOUBTFUL  OF  YOUii  FATHERLAND.  S 

BY    W.    GILMORE    SIMMS. 

Not  doubtful  of  ygoir  fatherland, 

Nor  of  the  God  who  gave  it, 
On,  Southrons  !  'gainst  the  hireling  band 
■  That  struggle  to  enslave  it. 

Ring  boldly  out 

Your  hattle  shout ; 
Charge  fiercely  'gainst  those  felon  hordes' 

One  hour. of  strife  7 

Is  freedom's  life, 
And  glory  hangs  upon  your  swords! 

A  thousand  mothers'  matron  eyes, 

Wives,  sisters,  daughters  weeping, 
Watch,  when  your  virgin  banner  flics 
To  battle,  fiercelv  weeping..        * 
Though  science  fails, 
The  steel  prevails, 
With  hands  that  wield  our  hearts  of  oak ; 
These,  though  the  wall 
Of  stone  may  fall,  > 

Grow  stronger  with  each  hostile  stroke. 

The. faith  that  feels  its  cause  is  true,  5 

The  virtue  to  maintain  it; 
The  soul  to  brave,  the  will  to  do— 

These  seek  (he  fight  and  gain  it !  J> 

-The  precious  p-ize 
*  Before  your  eyes, 


18         TnE  soldier's  trize  songster. 


The  nil  that  life  conceives  of  charm, 
Home,  freedom,  life, 

Child,  sister,  wife, 
All  rest  upon  your  soul  and  arm  ! 

And  what  the  foe,  the  felon  race 
That  seek  your  subjugation? 

The  scum  of  Europe,  her  disgrace, 

'  The  lepers  of  the  nation  ! 
And  what  the  spoil 
That  temj  ts  their  toil, 

The  bait  that  lures  them  on  to  fight  ?  ' 
Lust,  crime  and  -blood, 
Each  fiendish  mood, 

That  prompts  and  follows  appetite. 

Shall  such  prevail,  and  shall  you  fail, 

Asserting  cause  so  holy? 
Wit  l  souls  of  might,  go  Seek  the  fight, 
And-crush  these  wretches  lowly. 

On,  with  the  cry, 

To  "do  or  to  die." 
As  did,  in  darker  days,  your  sires  ; 

Nor  stay  the  blow 

'Till  every  foe, 
Down  stricken  in  your  path1,  expires. ! 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PRI2E    SONGSTER.  19  Q3 

YANKEE-DOODLE-DOO  ! 

Bl"    AN    ALADAMIAN. 

Curse  on  the  canting,  whining  race,   . 

The  peddling,  meddling  crew, 
Whose  hearts  are  vile,  and  spirits  base, 

And  backs  and  bedies  blue  ! 
They  brag,  they  lie,  they  cheat,  they  steal, 

In  every  place  and  time  : 
Their  souls  are  bloat  with -bigot  zeal, 

'  And  crusted  o'er  with  crime  ! 
A  curse  upon  their  menial-crew, 
The' sniffling,  whittling,  Yankee-doodle-doo! 

They've  been  the  pest  of  all  the  world, 

Since  Cromwell's  bloody  day 
From  Holland's  quagmires  they  were  hurled, 

For  their  pragmatic  ways. 
The  Mayflower  ship,  that  brought  them  o'er, 
•     Conveyed  a  fr'on  flock, 
-pewed  the  *  crniin  on  the  shore, 

By  Plymouth's  "blarney  rock." 
Then  curse  the  Puritanic  crew, 
The  ranting,  canting,  Yankee-doodle-doo  ! 

In  Northern  snows  their  souls  congealed  ' 
To  ice  lumps  Fri  their  breasts  ; 

Their  hearts  became  like  inj-v.ns  peeled, 
And  by  the  devil  possessed. 

Each* mother's  son,  ere  he  could  ran, 
His  daddy  learned  to  cheat, 


20         the  soldier's  trize  songster.  [I 

And  thus  a  graduate'become, 

With  peddlers  to  compete! 
Then  curse  upon  the  pilfering  crew, 
The  shuffling,  snuffling,  Yankee-doodle-doo  ! 

They,  swarmed,  like  bilge-flies,  thro'  the  land, 
With  saintly,  drawling  speech  ; 

They  claimed  to  be  God's  missioned  band, 
s     To  edit,  teach  and  preach  ! 

With  wooden  nutmegs,  saw-dust  seed, 

And  pinchbeck  ware,  they  strayed, 

And  made  even  little  niggers  "  bleed," 

When  they  could  "strike  a  trade.,; 

Then  curse  upon  the  cheating  crew, 

The  peddling,  meddling,  Yankee-doodle-doo  ! 

You  know  them  by  their  coffin  face, 

Their  pallid  lanthern  jaws, 
Their  smirking  lips,  their  sneaking  ways, 

Their  clumsy  feet  and  paws  !    - 
With  hypocritic  eyes  they  leer, 

And  sycophantic  smile  ; 
With  nasal  twang  they  utter  prayer, 

And  rob  the  church  the  while! 
•    Then  curse  the  pharisaic  crew, 
The  kneeling,  stealing,  Yankee-doodle-doo! 

They'd  filch  a  bible  from  a  pritsfe, 

But  leave  &  tract  instead  ; 
The  widow's  mite  they've  often  seized, 

And  ta'en  the  orphan's  bread. 


^^r^r-. 


THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE   SONGSTER.  21   [£$ 

They've  got  a  Bible  of  their  own, 

An  Abolition  God  ; 
"Ward  Beecher  fills  the  Savior's  throne. 

And  Lincoln  wields  his  rod! 
Then  eurs-e  upon  the  heathen  crew, 
The  robbing,  jobbing,  Yankee-doodle-doo  ! 

They're  cowards  in  their  hollow  hearts. 

Nor  dare  an  equal  field; 
In  battle,  on  tneir  hinder-parts, 

They  wisely  put  the  shield: 
With  iron  ship,  and  long,  long  gun,       . 

They  keep  beyond  our  shots  : 
Get  near,  and  every  mother's  son 

In  double  quick-time  trots  ! 
Then  curse  upon  the  dastard  crew, 
The  shunning,  running,  Yankee-doodle-doo! 

Soon  from  our  land  we'll  drive  them  all, 

*  To  their  dark  holes  afar  ; 
Thank  God  '.'we've  broke  the  Northern  thrall, 

And  see  the  rising  star  ! 
Yes,  Yankee-doodle-doodle-doo, 

We've  done  with  you  at  last ; 
Go  eat  your  onions,  spin  and  spew, 

Your  "  occupation's  "  passed  ! 
Yet  curse  upon  your  cringing  crew, 
Poor  shrieking,  sneaking,  Yankee-doodle-doo  ! 


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22         the  soldier's  prize  songster. 


JOHN  PELIIAM. 

BY   JAMES    R .    RANDALL. 

Just  as  the  spring  came  laughing  thro'  the  strife, 
With  all  its  gorgeous  cheer, 


■ 

s 

I      In  the  bright  April  of  historic  life, 


Fell  the  grant  cannoneer. 

The  wondrous  lulling  of  a  hero's  breath 
His  bleeding  country  weeps — 

Hushed  in  the  alabaster  arms  of  death, 
Our  young  Marcellus  sleeps. 

Nobler  and  grander  than  the  child  of  Rome, 

Curbing  his  chariot  steeds, 
The  knightly  scion  of  a  Southern  home 

Dazzled  the  land  with  deeds. 

Gentlest  and  bravest  in  the  battle's  brunt, 
The  champion  of  the  truth, 

He  bore  his  banner  to  the  very  front 
Of  our  immortaLyouth. 

A  clang  of  sabre3  'mid  Virginian  snow;. 

The  fiery  pang  of  shells — 
And  there's  a  wail  ot  immemorial  woe 

In  Alabama's  dells. 

The  pennon  droops' that  led  the  sacred  band 

Along  the  crimson  field  ; 
The  meteor  blade  sinks  from  the  nerveless  hand 

Over  the  spotless  shield. 


^]  TnE  soldier's  prize  songster.      *  23  Qp§ 

<  We  gazed  and  gazed  upon  that  beauteous  face,     £ 
?  While  'round  the  lids  and  eyes, 

5  Couched  in  their  marble  slumber,  flashed  the  grace! 
s  Of  a  divine  surprise. 

S      Oh,  mother  of  a  blessed  soul  on  high, 
C  Thy  tears  may  soon  be  shed — 

/      Think  of  thy  boy  with  princes  ot  the  sky, 
Among  the  Southern  dead. 

S      How  must  he  smile,  on  this  dull  world  beneath,    , 
I  '  Fevered  with  swift  renown — 

)      He,  with  the  martyr's  amaranthine  wreath, 
Twining  the  victor's  crown  ! 


SOUTHERN    LAND. 

BY    EVAN   ELBERT. 

km— Dixie. 

Soldiers,  rise  and  form  fop  battle  t 

Hark,  the  deadly  cannon's  rattle  1  ■ 
Listen  now !  listen  now  !  listen  now  !  Southern  Land  ! 

Lo,  across  your  northern  border, 

Comes  in  force  the  grim  marauder ! 
Rouse  up,  then  !  rouse  up,  then  !  rouse  up,  then!  Southern  Land  \? 

Chorus — Lift  up  your  lilly  banner  ! 

Hurra  !  hurra  !  \ 

Around  it  stand,  with  stalwart  band, 
Linked  heart  and  hand,  for  freedom  ! 

Hurra  !  hurra  !  hurra,  my  gallant  Southrons  ! 

Hurra  I  hurra  !  hurra,  my  dauntless  Southrons  ! 


gy  2-4         the.  soldier's  prize  songster. 

<|  Cocoes  he  now,  with  bandit  legions, 

Laying  waste  your  f'ertiV  regions! 
?  Gather,  then  !  gather,  then  !  gather,  tbon !  Southern  Land  ! 
S  See,  his  "  Stars  and  P    ipes  "  are  gleaming  !    . 

c      •  Hark,  his  vulture  eagle's  screaming  ! 

s  Rally  now  !  rally  now  !  rally  now  !  Southern  Land  ! 

Chorus— Lift  up  your  lilly  banner,  &c. 

S  Long  you  bent,  with  tame  submissionn, 

To  the  hordes  of  Abolition  ! 
s  Waken  now !  waken  now  !  waken  now  !  Southern  Land  ! 

By  your  wrongs,  and  homesteads  plundered  ! 

By  the  bonds  of  union  sundered  ! 
b  Meet  the  foe  !  meet  the  foe  !  meet  the  foe  !  Southern  Land  1 
Chorus— Lift  up  your  lilly  banner,  &c. 

5  Do  your  hearts  still  feed  the  fires  ' 

}  "      Freedom-lighted  by  your  sires  ? 

\  Kindle,  then  1  kindle,  then  !  kindle,  then  !  Southern  Land! 
•     Let  fha  .flame  flash  on  your  altars  ! 
Curse  upon  the  slave  that  falters ! 
Cast  him  out !  cast  hito  out !  cast  him  out !  Southern  Land  1 
Chorus — Lift  up  your'lilly  banner,  &c. 


By  your  hills  and  fields  and  waters ! 
•   By  your  mothe-s,  wives  and  daughters ! 
Battle  now  !  battle  now  !  battle  now  !  Southern  Land ! 
Hurl,  as  did  the  lordly  Roman, 
From  your  breast,  the  impious  foeraan  ! 
Hurl  him  back  !  hurl  hi>n  bick  !  hurl  him  back  I  Southern  Land 
Chorus — Lift  up  your  lilly  banner,  &c. 

Now  I  hear  your  here  es  shouting, 
Where  the  tyrant  they  are  routing  ! 


5J  THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER*  25    _ 

Bravely  dpne  !  bravely  done  !  bravely  done  !  Southern  Land  ! 

Long  they'll  wear,  in  song  and  story, 

Chaplets  of  unfading  glory  ! 
Honor  them !  honor  them  !  honor  them  !  Southern  Land ! 
Chorus — Lift  up  your  lilly  banner,  &c. 


THE  BLUE  CROSS. 

13V    A.    H.    MEEK. 

The  Blue  Cross  on  its  field  of  re^l. 

Embossed  with  golden  stars, 
Gleams  proudly  o'er  the  patriot's  head. 

Above  the  cloud  of  wars. 
It  shines  on  high' — lit  from  the  sky — 

The  symbol  of  our  faith, 
To  cheer  the  band  who  nobly  stand 

m       For  liberty  or  death  ! 
Oh,  comrades,  then  exulting  spread 
The  Blue  Cross  on  its  field  of  red  ! 

That  Cross  has  shone  on  many  a  field  j 

"Where  hero-hearts  have  bled  ; 

Where  mighty  armies  rocked  and  reeled. 
And  piled  the  earth  with  dead. 

'Mid  clashing  drums  and  shrieking  bombs, 

m  The  dying  turned  his  eye.  S 

To  see  it  wave  above  the  brave, 
Victoriously  on  high  ! 

Oh,  comrades,  then  exulting  spread 

The  Blue  Cross  on  its  field  of  red  !  s 


- 


O'er  leaguered  towns  and  castled  walls, 

It  flings  defiance  forth  ; 
In  vaiii  your  mortars,  shells,  and  balls, 

Oh,  grim  and  battled  North  ! 
That  flag  still  gleams,  aye,  proudly  streams, 
S  In  morning's  silvery  air, 

And  through  the  night,  the  bomb-shell's  liglit 

Beholds  it  blazing  there  ! 

Oh,  comrades,  then  exulting  spread 

5         The  Blue  Cross  on  its  field  of  red  ! 
> 

C  On  ocean's  broad  and  brawny  breast, 

Where  long  our' foes  held  sway, 

Despite  blockades,  with  fearless  crest, 
We  now  that  Cross  display  ! 
<         Proud  and  serene,  its  stars  have  seen 
c  *    The  conquered  ship  go  down  ; 

S  Whole  navies  fear,  when  it  is  near, 

Sj     .  And  fly  before  its  frown  ! 

Oh,  comrades,  then  exulting  spread 

The  Blue  CroSs  on  its  field  of  red  ! 

God  grant  that  heaven-illumined  Cross, 
Like  Constantine's,  may  glow, 

Untjl  our  lovecl  Confederate  cause 
Shaft  conquer  even/  foe  !  * 

*  The  standard  Coustantine  adopted  from  a  cross  he  saw  tn  the  sky,  < 
In  hoc  signs  vin>:es. 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE    SONGSTER.  27 

Its  glorious  light  shall  then  beam  bright, 
Through  endless  ages  on,  * 

And  this  young  land  the  happiest  stand 
Beneath  the  sun's  blue  zone ! 

Oh,  comrades,  then  exulting  spread 

The  Blue  Cross  on  its  field  of  red  ! 


««»»>»■ 


RICHMOND  ON  THE  JAMES. 

n     <;.    T.    BURGESS. 

A  soldier  of  oar  army  lay  gasping  on  the  field, 

When  battle's  shock  was  over  uud  the  foe  wa3  forc'd  to  yield, 

He  fell,  a  youthful  hero,  before  the  focman's  aims. 

On  a  blood-red  field  near  Richmond,  near  Richmond  on  the  James. 

But  one  still  stood  beside  bim,  his  comrade  in  the  fray. 
They  had  been  friends  together  through  boyhood's  happy  day. 
And  side  by  side  had  struggled  on  Beld  of  blood  and  Ham.-?, 
To  part  that  eve  near  Richmond,  near  Richmond  on  the  James. 

He  said,  "  1  charge  thee,  comrade,  the  friend  in  days  of  yore. 
Of  the  far,  far  distant  dear  ones  that  I  shall  see  no  more.  • 
Tho'  scarce  my  lips  can  whisper  their  dear  and  well-known  names, 
To  bear  to  them  my  blessing  from  Richmond  on  the  Ji 

'  •  Bear  my  good  sword  to  my  brother,  and  the  badge  upon  my  breast, 
To  tho  young  and  gentle  sister  that  I  used  to  love  the  best. ; 
But  one  lock  from  my  forehead  give  the  mother  .still  that  dreams, 
Of  her  soldier  boy  near  Richmond — near  Richmond  dri  the  James. 

"  Oh,  I  wish  that  mother  s  arms  were  folded  round  me  now. 
That  her  gentle  hand  could  linger  one  moment  on  my  brow, 
But  I  know  that  she  Is  praying  where  our  blessed  hearth-light  gleams, 
For  her  soldier's  safe  return  from  Richmond  on  the  James. 


28         THE  soldier's  prize  songster. 


'•And  on  my  heart,  deal1  comrade,  close  lay  those  uut-browu  braids, 
Of  one  that  was  the  fairest  of  all  our  Tillage  maids  ; 
We  were  to  have  been  wedded,  but  death  the  bridegroom  cl 
And  she  is  far.  that  loves  me,  from  Richmond  on  the  Ja 

(i  Oh,  does  the  pale  face  haunt  her,  dear  friend,  that  looks  on  thee? 

Or  is  she  laughing,  singing  in  careless,  ^'irli-h  glee? 

It  may  be  she  is  Joyous,  and  loves  but  joyous  th 

Nor  dreams  her  love  lies;  bleeding  near  Richmond  on  the  James. 

"And  though  I  know,  dear  comrade,  thou'lt  miss  me  for  awhile, 
When  their  faces—all  that  lov'd  thee—again  on  thee  shall  smile  ; 
Again  thou 'J  t  be  the' foremost  in  all  their  yonthfnl  games, 
But  I  shall  lie  near  Richmond— near  Richmond  on  the  James." 

And  far  from  all  that  loved  him,  that  youthful  soldier  sleeps, 
Unknown  among  the  thousands  of  those  his  country  weeps  ; 
But  no  higher  heart  nor  braver,  than  his,  at  sunset's  beams. 
Was  laid  that  eve  mar  Richmond— near  Richmond  on  the  James. 

The  land  is  filled  with  'mourning,  from  hall  and  dot  left  lone, 
We  miss,  the  well-known  faces  that  used  to  greet  our  own*; 
And  long  poor  wives  and  mothers  shall  weep,  and  titled  dame?, 
To  h#ar  the  name  of  Richmond— of  Richmond  on  the  James. 


RE-ENLISTMENT. 

h  Y     M  A  R  G  A  R  I  T  A     .1 

What !  shall  we  now  throw  down  the  blade, 
And  doff' the  helmet  from  our  brows? 

Noio  see  our  holy,  cause  betfayed. 
And  recreant  prove  to  all  our  vows  ? 

When  first  .we  drew  these  patriot  swords, 
"A  nation's  freedom  V  *was  the  crv: 

...  '     J 


. 


THE  SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  29 

Our  faith  was  pledged  in  these  proucT  words, 
And  Heaven  has  sealed  the  oath  on  high. 

Since  then  on  dear-bought  battle-plains 

We've  seen  our  martyr-brethren  die, 
While  on  the  soil  that  drank  those  stains— 

Their  native  earth  where  now  they  lie, 
The  foe  now  treads— th'  exulting  foe, 

And  desecrates  the  hero-graves. 
Say,  can  we  peace  or  honor  know 

While  there  the  accursed  banner  wave8  ? 

Dear  are  our  homes,  that  smile  afar  ; 

Oft  in  the  weary  soldier's  dreams, 
While  resting  from  the  toils  of.  war, 

He  sees  the  lightThat  round  them  beams.      ) 
Dear  are  the  loved  and  lovely  maids 

Shrii  ed  in  the  patriot  soldier's  heart  ; 
Yet,  while  the  foe  our  land  invades, 

In  vain  the  longing  tear  may  start. 

No!  -let  the  despot's  hireling  band, 
*  Who  feel  not  honor— know  not  faith, - 
Who  war  not  lor  tneir  native  land, 

Fly  trembling  from  a  dreaded  death.  \ 

Our  lives  are  to  our  country  pledged, 

Until  her  las'  red  field  is  won  ;    . 
For  "  liberty  or  death"  is  waged 

The  war  where  fights  her  faithful  .-on. 

Then  plant  that  flng-staii  in  the  earth, 
And  round  it  rally,  every  son 


gjy   30  THE    SOLDIER'S    TRIZE    SOJTQ0T1B. 

C  Who  loves  the  State  that  gave  him  birth, 

Till  her  proud  sovereignty  be  won. 
What  though  our  limbs  be  weak  with  toil, 
S  '  What  though  we  bear  lull  many  a  scar ; 

Huzza  !  here's  to  our  native  soil, 
e-enlist,  and  for  the  war  ■' 

OUR  FAITH. 


Ji  Y     A  .     J.    REQIMEK. 

Not  yet  one  hundred  years  have'flown 

Since,  on  this  very  spot, 
The  subjects  of  a  Sovereign  throne — 

Liege-masters  of  their  lot,    : 
This  high  decree  sped  o'er  the  sea. 

From  council-board  and  tent. 
"  No  earthly  power  can  rule  "the  free 

"Rut  bv  their  own  consent  lw 


this  they  fought  as" Saxons  figlit. 
On  bloody  fields  and  long — 
Themselves  the  champions  of  the  right 

And  j  udges  of  the  wrong  ;      •' 
For  this  their  stainless  knighthood  wore 
-     The  branded  rebel's  name, 
Until  the  starry  cross  .they  bore 
Set  all  the  skies  aflame!   " 
> 

i  And  States  co-equal  and  distinct 

<  Outshone  the  Western  sun. 


The    Ashes    of    Glory. 

BY     A.    .T.    REQXJIEK. 

Foa  d  up  the  goi'geous  silken  sun. 

By  bleeding  martyrs  blest. 
And  heap  the  laurels  it  lias  won 

Above  its   place  of  rest. 

No  trumpet's  note  need  harshly  blare, 

No  drum  funereal  roll. 
Nor  trailing  sables  drape  the  bier 

That  frees  a  dauntless  soul. 

It  lived  with  Lee  and  decked  his  brow 
From  fate's  empyreal   palm  ; 

It  sleeps  the  sleep  of  Jackson  now, 
As  spotless  and  as  calm. 

It  was  outnumbered,  not  undone — 
And  they  shall   shuddering  tell 

Who  struck  the  blow.     Its  latest  gun 
Flashed  rain  as  it  fell. 

Sleep,  shrouded   ensign  !     Not  the  breeze 

That  smote  the  victor  tar 
"With  death   across  the  heavenly  seas 

Of  fiery  Trafalgar — 

Nor  Arthur's  Knights  amid  the  gloom 
Their  knightly  deeds  have  starred, 
Nor  Gallic   Henry's  matchless  plume, 
Nor  peerless-born  Bayard — 

Not  all  that  antique  fables  feign 
And  Orient  dreams  disgorge  ; 

Nor  yet  the  silver  cross  of  Spain 
And  lion  of  St.  George 

Can  bid  thee  pale  !     Proud  emblem  still 

Thy  crimson  glory  shines 
Beyond  the  lengthened  shades  that  fill 

Their  proudest  kingly  lines. 

Sleep  on,  thine  own  historic  might, 
And  be  thy  blazoned  scroll ; 

A  warrior's  banner  takes  its  flight 

To  greet  the  warrior's  soul.  .- 


30  THE    SOLDIER'S    TRIZE    SOI 


Who  loves  the  State  that  gave  him  birth, 

Till  her  p^ud  sovereignty  be  won. 
What  thou     f,'®  I   ~2.  5^^  with  toil,         > 

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0     r&    ^     O-" 

For  this  they  fought  as" Saxons  fight. 

On  bloody  fields  and  long —  ; 

Themselves  the  champions  of  the  right 

And  judges  of  the  wrong ;      -f 
For  this  their  stainless  knighthood  wore 

The  branded  rebel's  name, 
Until  the  starry  cross  they  bore 

Set  all  the  skies  aflame  ! 

And  States  co-equal  and  distinct 
Outshone  the  Western  sun. 


the  soldier's  prize  songster.         31 

By  one  great  charter  interlinked — 

Not  blended  into  one; 
Whose  graven  key  that  high  decree 

The  grand  inscription  lent, 
"  No  earthly  power  can  rule  the  free 

But  by  their  own  Cj 

Oh,  sordid  age  !  oh,  ruthless  rage  ! 

Oh,  sacrilegious  wrong  ! 
A-  deed  to  blast  the  record-page, 
And  snap  the  strings  of  song  : 
In  that  great  charter's  name,  a  band 

greed  enticed, 
Whose  warrant  is  the  grasping  hand 
.  reeds  without  a  Christ ! 

States  that  have  trampled  every  pledge 

Its  crystal  code  contains, 
Xow  give  their  swords  a  keener  edge 

To  harness  it  with  chains — 
To  make  a  bond  of  brotherhood 

The  sanction  and  the  seal, 
By  which  to  arm  a  rabble  brj     ! 

With- fratricidal  steel.   ' 

Who,  conscious  that  their  cause  is  black. 

In  puling  prose  andrhyme, 
Talk  hatefully  of  love  and  tack  • 

Hypocrisy  to  crime : 
Who  smile  andsneak,  then  * 'heave  the  gorge" 

Or  impotently  frown  : 


32  THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 

And  call  us*"  rebels  "  with  Kiug  George 
As  if  they  wore  his  crown  ! 

Most  venal  of  your  venal  race, 
)  Who  think  you  cheat  the  sky 

With  every  pharisaic  face 

And  simulated -lie  ;  S 

Round  Freedom's  lair,  witji  weapons  bare,      c 
>  -'.  We  greet  the  light  divine 

Of  those  who  throned  the  goddess  t    ~re, 

And  yet  inspire  the  shrine  !  C 

Our  loved  ones'  graves  are  at  our  feet, 
Their  homesteads  at  our  back — 
I  No  belted  Southron  can  retreat  S 

With  women  on  his  track  : 
Peal,  bannered  host,  the  proud  decree    •  > 

Which  from  your  fathers  went,  s 

il  No  earthly  power  can  rule  the'  free  ) 

)  But  by  their  own  consent.''      '  \ 


RE-Ei\LISTED  FOB  THE  WAR. 

WliXY    WALTON    QRAIG  —  (m.    W.    CHAPMAN). 

They  bid  us  quit  the  hopeless  strife, 
They  bid  us  lay  our  weapons  by, 
And  they'll  in  mercy  spare  our  life, 
Although  we're  traitors  doom'd  to  die  ; 
But  hark  the  sound  that  comes  from  far, 
"  Re-enlisted  for  the  war." 


»' 


TH«  SOLDIER'S    PRIZE   SONGSTER.         ^   33    \tr% 

And  do  the  idiots  dream  that  \.e 

Wilt  e'er  our  holy  cause  desert,  £ 

Or  cease  our  struggle  to  be  free, 
And  ev'ry  freeman's  right  assert  ? 
Theo  hark  the  watchword  from  aiW, 
"  Re-eoli*»ted  for  tfie  wur." 


>  from  ev'ry  camp-fb    ,                                         '    S 

S  From  Florida 

5  From  Texas  to  tl-u 

<  Wash'd  by  tin- broad  At'                                      $ 

(  Oh,  hark  the  watch  ^ov.; 

i  M  Re-en  listed  for  "  it 

5  All  glory  to  that  g&:: 

Of  noble  privates  in  the  ranks! 
{          [n  arms  ihe  patriot  phalanx  stanA 
}  And  well  deserve  a  nation's  than 

5       n         Their  watchword  comes  from  near  and  far,  c 
•'  Re-enlisted  for  the  war." 

And  let  the  silent  tear-drop  fall 

For  those  who  die  upon  the  field  ;  > 

No  more  they  answer  duty's  call ; 
*  With  martyr  blood  their  faith  they've  eo 
Their  dying  watchword  sounds  afar, 
v  Re-enlisted  for  the  war." 


Full  many  a  mother  mourns  a  son, 

Full  many  a  wife  is  widow'd  now  ; 
Of  many  a  lost  beloved  one, 


gj  34         inf. 

Remorseless  death  I.  ;he  brow; 

But  still  the  watchword  comes  from  far, 
■-enlisted  for  the  war." 

Were  ever  people  yet  subdued 

Who  knelt  at  such  a  saored  shr; 
With  souls  ao  thoroughly  imbued 
With  freedom's  principle  divine? 

Whose  watchword  sound    .  -.far, 

"  I&enlierteJ  for  the  war?" 

Were  ever  yeoplc  conquered  yet 

Whose  trust  in  God  has  never  awerv'df 
Whose  soil  with  freemen's  blood  is  wet?  • 
.  Whose  hearts  uuflinching  courage  uerv'd? 
Whose  watchword  sounded  near  and  far, 
M  Re-enlisted  for  the  war?" 

Mi     SOLDIER    SOI'. 

BV    L.  B.  OBAYSOX. 

I  am  dreaming,  oyer  dreaming  efa  silver -sanded  shore, 
Where  .the  blue  waves  softly  murmur  as  they  roll  forever  more, 
Where  the  sunbeams,  brightly  glowing,  kiss  the  wavelets  ae  they  flow, 
And  the  scented  breeze  ia  sighing  .whore  the  orange  flowers  blow, 
Till  the  music  of  its  waters,  with  their  cadence  low,  I  hear, 
As  it  mingles  with  the  sighing  breeze,  and  falls  upon  my  (ear, 
And  I  seem  to  breathe  the  odora  that  aro  waftog  from  that  jjhor^ 
Where  my  heart  is  fondly  turning,  fondly  turning  evermore. 

When  the  sunset  mete  iu  glory,  and  the  daylight  softly  die*, 
,  STUI  thopuruie  twilight  deepens,  and  oVr  til  Uw  splendor  rte* 


•  i  oilir's  prize  songster.         35 


• 

)  As  evening  c  • 

/  As  I  watch  t  n  my  «ight, 

(Liketh'-  •  >i>y  night, 

>  Wberf  • 

)  Wfcy  'u  ? 

?  There  encara  \ 

")  And  a  soWfe*  boy  .v.  i  Sear  to  me,  S 

S  Who,  wish  i  ij  hour  of  need, 

}  When  uangi  r  threaten.' J,  ut  her  S 

v  And  tl  B>r*, 

b  Wh>  >  . 

c  When  the  ara  of  night, 

)  When  angel  <.•;    -      *• . 

I  While  some  are  •••  me  are  loft  to  vrecj/ 

\  When       - 

5  And  my  soldier  hoy  is  keeping  watch,  or  -lumbering  on  the  ground, 

<I  am  praylug  heaven  to  guard  from  lil  that  siiver-snndod  Bfa 

k  Whore  my  !•  turning,  fondly  turning  fy<Tmor> 

\  '  * 

>  »••*■»?       ■ 

<     THE  MFTINO  OF  T5IB  BANKER.      S 


Lift,  atott  ouf glorious  banner. 
Radiant  with  the  Cross  we  love  \ 

Over  mountain,  vale,  eavarfna, 
Planet-gemmed,  it  floats  above] 

Through  the  storm  and  smoke  of  battlev 
Like jin  angel's  wing,  \\  wave?. 


^%l  33         the  soldier's  prize  songster.  (^ 

Where  the  thunderous  death-bolts  rattle, 
\  And  the  fiend  of  carnage  raves  I 

)  Lift  aloft  that  trophied  glory, 

s  Let  it  fondle  with  the  breeze  ,- 

c  It  shall  live  in  deathless  story,    ! 

7  7t  shall  gleam  on  foaming  seas. 

S  Never,  when  our  eyes  behold  it, 

S  Shall  our  hearts  feel  doubt  or  fear  ; 

Should  we  fall,  oh  !  comrades,  fold  it 
Proudly  round  the  soldier's  bier  ! 


;  Thrice  it  shone  on  grim  -Manassas, 

Like  a  meteor  from. afar  , 
Through  Virginia's  mountain  passes, 
5  It  was  aye  our  guiding  star  ; 

Bharpsburg's  blood-shot  eyes  beheld  it,-—       ) 

Richmond,  wilh  her  Seven  Days; 
ChicKamauga's  breezes  swelled  it, — 
Charleston  still  ita  fold  displays.  * 

Lighting  up  the  Indian. ocean, 

Flashing  Gn  Atlantic  seas,— * 
Now  amid  the  Gulf's  commotion, 

Now  before  Pacific's  breeze, 
Dauntless  champions  proud  y  bear  i.t, 

Strikieg  terror  where  they  go  ; 
All  the  Northern  navies  fear  it; 

Symbol  of  defeat  and  woe  1 

Lift  it  up,  then,  hallowed  standard, 
Scorched  by  fire  and  stained  by  blood  1 

_58 


?5J  THE   SOI"  <*   SONGSTB*.  37   \C$> 

I  It  shall  bad  iair  freecdora's  vanguard, 

?  On  the  field  and  o'er  the  flood  ; 

>  Here  we  vow  by  Heaven  above  us,  ) 

i  Bv  our  mothers,  sisters,  wires,  <> 

By  all  tender  hearts  that  love  tUr, 
,  We'll  protect  it  with  our  lives  I  • 


THE  tTNIFOUlTl  OF  GREY. 

:•■■:    KV  .  \^  ELBERT.  • 

The  Briton  boasts  his  coat  of  red,  > 

With  lace  and  spangles  deckel  ;'  \ 

In  garb  of  green,  the  French  arc  *<  I 
'  With  gaudy  colors  flecked  ;  <> 

The  Yankees  strut  in  dingy  blue.  J, 

And  epauletts  display  ; 

Our  Southern  girls  more  proudly  vigjr 
The  uniform  of  grey. 

m  '  S 

That  dre#s  is  worn  by  gallant  heart*  S 

Who  eVery  foe  defy,  ) 

Who  stalwart  stand,  with  battle  brand, 
To  conquer  or  to  die  I 

They  fight  for  freedom,  hope  and  home, 
«     And  honor's  voice  obey, 

And  proudly  wear  where'er  they  roam 
The  uniform  of  grey. 

What  though  'tis  stained  with  crimson  hues, 
And  dim  with  dust  and  smoke, 

©Q-™-^~^ ...    .  Am 


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38  THE   SOLUIKii's    PRJ21 


Bj  balleio  torn,  and  rent  and  shorn 
\  By  many  a  ho.-et.ile  stroke  ; 

J>  The  inarch,  the  camp,  the  bivouac, 

\  The  onbet  and  the  fray 

Hut  only  serve  more,  dear  to  make 

;  Tin     .  rty. 

s 

Lid  war's  tiger 
Ami  .  red; 

■Vheo  in  J. 
^  By  valor's  arm  secured  ;• 

>  The  Sout^  will  ktand,  erect 

And  loft:  s  pay 

To  those  who  fyorehei  I 
The  un 


j 
Shu,:  ih, 

volunteer         -       \ 
Who'dared  the  focman's  wrath. 
Jirigh.  '  "  «ing    S 

Around  his  triumph- way, 
• 


ieriod. 


Lorena. 
was  tlae  great  sentimental  song  of  tl 

The  years  creep  slowly  by,  Lorena: 

The  snow  is  on  the  grass  again  ; 
The  sun's  low  down   the  sky,  Lorena  : 

The  frost  gleams  where  the  flowers  have  been. 
But  the  heart  throbs  on  as  warmly  now 

As  when  the  summer  days  were  nigh  ; 
Oh,  the  sun  can  never  dip  so  low 

Adown  affection's  cloudless  sky. 

A  hundred  months  have  passed.  Lorena, 
Since  last  I  held  that  hand  in  mine, 
And  felt  the  pulse  beat  fast,  Lorena, 

Though  mine  beat  faster  far  than  thine. 
A  hundred  months — 'twas  flowery  May, 

When  up  the  hilly  slope  we  climbed. 
To  watch  the  dying  of  the  day 

And  hear  the  distant  church  bells  chimed. 


We  loved  each  other  then,  Lorena, 

More  than  we  ever  dared  to  tell  ; 
And  what  we  might  have  been,  Lorena, 

Had  but  our  loving  prospered  well  ! 
But  then,  'tis  past,  the  years  have  gone, 

I'll  not  call  up  their  shadowy  forms  ; 
I'll  say  to  them,  Lost  years,  sleep  on. 

Sleep  on,  nor  heed  life's  pelting  storms. 

The  story  of  the  past,  Lorena, 

Alas !    I  care  not  to  repeat ; 
The  hopes  that  could  not  last,  Lorena, 

They  lived,  but  only  lived  to  cheat. 
I  would  not  cause  e'en  one  regret 

To  rankle  in  your  bosom  now — 
"  For  if  we  try  we  may  forget," 

Were  words  of  thine  long  years  ago. 

Yes,  these  were  words  of  thine.  Lorena — 

They  are  within  my  memory  yet — 
They  touched  some  tender  chords,  Lorena, 

Which  thrill  and  tremble  with  regret. 
'Twas  not  thy  woman's  heart  which  spoke — 

Thy  heart  was  always  true  to  me  ; 
A  duty  stern  and  piercing  broke 

The  tie  which   linked  my  soul  with  thee. 

It  matters  little  now,  Lorena, 

The  past  is  in  the  eternal  past : 
Our  hearts  will  soon  lie  low.  Lorena, 

Life's  tide  is  ebbing  out  so  fast.  • 

There  is  a  future,  oh,  thank  God! 

Of  life  this  is  so  small  a  part — 
'Tis  dust  to  dust  beneath  the  sod. 

But  there,  up  there,  'tis  heart  to  heart. 


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AHFTI'l!    OF    THE    VALE, 

NSMT    WORDS—UY    PAIM.    PBLBY.     .  * 

. 

5  .  The  full  moon  La  glow: 

£  Her  silver  light  throwing     * 

(  O'er  orchard  and  meado 

B[er  sweet  rayfl  f.rc  dan 
)  .  On  clgfer  waters  gtancii 

c  Along  whose  willowy  raarj^ft-J'-rove. 
Then  come,  come,  love,  come, 
•re  the  lustre  punll  fail  ; 

•  graceful  and  render,  ( 
ie  of  the  Vale. 
S 

The  night-flower  biuon 
The  breeze  is^perfuming, 
'  ops  glisten  on  leaflet  raid  limb; 
1 
In  these  witch:  ug  1 

Then  cc 

less  shall  fail       -  .; 

der,  S 

:.:.]«.  I 

■  e> 
Wl:-.  'c-rnatis,  -  *y.         / 

■    -.m,  aro'nul  it  entwine  ; 
Oh,  would  1  could  clasp, 
In.  my  Jjeai  t-l  p,  r1 


tiie^  soldier's  prize  sonosthr,  {J5I 

That  beautiful  form,  so  pure  and  divine. 


3  nen'come,  come,  love,  come, 


r 

J>  Gome  ere  the  witchery  fail 


Come  in  thy  splendor,  so  graceful  and  tender, 
DeaV  A^nie,  sweet  Annie  of  th*  Vale. 


Thy  soldier-bard  straying, 
>    .  His  lute  now  is  playing, 

.  to  stfothe  with  love's  passionate  spell ; 
He  leaves  thee  the  morrow.. 
And,  lone  in  his  sorrow, 
>_n<he  in  thine  ear  his  fondest  furetvcli, 
i  ben  come,  come,  love,  come, 
Come  ere  these  echoes  shall  fail ;  / 
Oomg  in  thy  splendor,  so  graceful  and  tender, 
Do.r  Arjnie,  sweet  Atinie  of  the  Vale. 


A  \ii      xiY<>.  banks  and  bi-a**.-f 
ng  the  hi-lte  and  valleys  low, 
With  arms  that  turn  the  slanting  ray, 
/      Sec  Che  proud  legions  of  the  foe, 
S  Sign  of  another  bloody  day  1 

-  With  spangled  banners  flaunting  high, 
With  horse,  and  foot,  and  music  grand, 
;      With  all  yon  po.inpt  and  pageantry, 
I  come  to  rnl?  o^r  snnny  land. 

Oh,  Southern  men, 'remember  now 

•use  in  which  we  s*and  arrayed  1 


THE   SOLBlER's   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  41  |^3 

i      Will  you  beneath  their  sceptre  bow  ! 

f         See  those  you  love,  their  vassals  made  ? 

{      Bemember  wrongs  already  done. 

Our  women  scourged,  homes  wrapped  in  /lame, ) 
I      And  swear  that  yonder  rising  sun 

Shall  set  upon  their  flight,  and  abame  ! 

Be  mindful  of  the  glorious  days, 
When  Stonewall  Jackson  planned  and  led,—    \ 
S      We'll  fight  beneath  his  spirit's  gazr, 

'Neath  that  of  all  our  hallowed  dead. 
Hark,  'tis  the  camion's  owning  roarU        • 

Now  this  (he  prayfir  we  raise  on  high  : 
That  we,  before  this  day  is  o'er, 
Maywjonquer.  or  like  heroes,  die  1. 


LAiaisar  mm  mftmford. 

7  Inscribed    Jo    ;  i  i      Wi  f 4     a  u  d    0 h  i  I. -Inn.  ( 

U  —  > 


BY    MISS   J.    M.    7'ORTBB. 


(•                      Air—'- /tony   Weafy  .£%/'  } 

S                 Where  murdered  Mumford  lir*  ( 
Bewailed  in  bitter  sighe. 
Low  bowed  beneath  the  flag  he  loved,        j 
>                     Martyrs  of  Liberty, 
y      .          Defenders  of  the  free ! 

^                     Come  humbly  nigh  S 

*>  i  learn  to  die !  S 


£\)  42  •       the  soldier's  prize  songster. 


Ah!  Freedera  on  that  Say 
Turned  fearfully  away. 
And  pitying  angels  ling. 
r  >;  To  gaze  upon  the  sod 

$  Stained  with  a  hero's  blood  1 

While  on. his  bier 
>"  Fell  woman's  tear-! 

Oh  God!  that  he  should  die 

Beneath  a  Souther 
Upon  a  felon 's-gallows  swir 

•Murdered  by. a  tyrant's  hand.. 
While  round  a  IreTjjTe'sa  baiid 

On  Butler's  v. 
Breathed  foul  I" 

* 
But  haik  kid 

From  earth  to  vaulted  sky  i 
He's  crowned  at   Freedom's  holy  throne  !  S 
4List .!  swee!  voiced  Israfe!  * 
\  Tolls  i  ';;  knelt! 

Shout  SouthrouH  high  S 

Our  battle  cry  1 

A 

ho -at  our  iioro'    bourne 
Where  women  mourn  1  J 

\  .   Come,  valiant  sons,  bow  at  E is  shrine  ;      *S 

)  Here,  while  devout  we  kneel, 

Despots  Our  ht; u-  shall  feel! 
C.  For  Liberty  3 

)  .How  sweet  todi*  '..  * 


THE   SOLDIER  3   PRIZE   8ON0STBR.  43   ^5 

Como  ye  of  Southern  blood, 
Come  kneel  to  Freedom's  God  I 

Here,  at  her  altars,  vengeance  a  wear  •> 
As  cursed  forever  more, 

Spurn  the  vile  flag  he  t 

O'er  Mumfo:  I  •  <| 

Our.  ban zu 


•Ian 

tbrouo. — G;i 


S3 


V 

Oh !  Mary,  lc                  H!  S 

-    I  go  to  death  and  danger  ;  > 
.1  go  to  meet  in  conflict  fell 

The  proud  invading  sfrr  .      ; 

I  k 

To  break  the  ■  the  brave,      ( 

rp 


But  weep  not,  low,  for  me  ; 

Remember,  though  we  sever, 
The  patriot  who  falls  will  be 
With  gloiy  crowned  forever! 


No  luoi  me, 

The   '  redly  bright,  j 

t)e8ti  o'er  rne. 


44     .    the  soldier's  prize  songster.     '         Q§ 


FORREST'S  BATTLE€HOBI!^ 

Respectfully  dedicated  to  Major  t  /rest.  ( 

BY    RE K KEN    NA£0>\  ? 

Qn  !  our  flag  waves  gladly  o'er  us,  > 

Flashing  swords  our  way  shall  d 
God  's  with  us,  our  cause  victorious, 
5  Foeraen  dread  th'  avengers  ncnr,  ^>- 

c  On  !  our  flag  waves  gladly  o'er  us, 

Flashing  swords  our  way  shall 
5  God  'e  with  air,  our  cause  vi, 

s  kfti; diead  tL'  av«iagi  > 


Comrades  on  !  the  paid  of  glov/ 
Woos  us  low  with  promise  )>: 
Ours  a  place  in  deathless  story  ;  " «     ' 

Comrades  on  !  to  do  or^ie. 
On  !  our  flag  waves  gladry  6*t 

Flashing  swords  our  way  eh*!! 
God  's  with  us,  our  cause  \  kkori  0  it, 
Foemen  dread  th'  Avengers  war, 

Brothers  on  !  our  land  is  wa*-    I 
By  a  hireling  ruffian  throng  ; 
On  !  ere  those  we  love  have  tasted 
Insult,  death  or  nameless  wrong. 
On  !  our  flag  waves  gladly  o'er  us, 

Flashing  swords  our  way  shall  clear  | 
God  's  with  us",  th*>  foe  hefore  us, 
Let  them  dread  th'  avengers  near. 


&r 


■  soldier's  trtze  songster,  45 


S.        .Southrons  on  !  no  stain  e'er  rested 
On  our  proud;  chivilric  name — 
Scoff  o*'  vbfirde?  race  -detested- 

•'aRce,  home  and  fame  ! 
On  i  our  flag  wave*  gladly  o'er  us, 
g  swordfl,  our  way  shall 


> 


Fo  the  ' 


With  a  radrapee"  pure  ami  tender, 

Siiine  oh  »  v.lden'd  moon  ; 
Dead  upon  the  field  of  glory, 

Hero  fit,  for  den*  and  story, 
JLies  our  bold  dragoon. 

Well  they  learn'd,  whose  hands  have  slain  him» 

braver,  knightlier  foe 

•r  fonght  with  Moor  or  Paynim, 

Rode  at  Templeetowe  ; — 
With  a  mien  how  high  and  joyous  •       J 

'Gainst  the  hordes  that  would  destroy  us     S 
Went  he  forth,  we' know.  £ 


£§  46         THE  soldier's  prize  sonoster. 

Nevermore,  alas  !  shall  sabre 

Gleam  around  his  crest : 
Fought  his  fight,  i'ulfill'd  hie  labor,    - 

Still'd  his  manly  breast, 
All  unheard  sweet  nature's  cadeuce, 

Trunip  of  lame  and  voice  of  maiden*, 
"Now  he  takes  his  rest 

Earth,  that  all  too  soon  hath  bound  him, 

gently  wrap  his  clay  ; 
Linger  lovingly  around  hint,  N 

Light  of  dying  day  ; 
Softly  fall  ye.  summer  showers  ; 

Birds  and  bees  among  the  fiov?er*; 
Make  the  gloom  seem  gay. 

there,  throughout  the  coming  age^>  * 

When  his  sword  is  rust, 
With  his  deeds  in  classic  pages. 

Mindful  of  her  trust. 
Shall  Virginia,  bending  lowly. 

Still  a  ceaseless  vigil  holy 
Keep  above  hie  dust 


ft 


£VJ  THE-  SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER*  47   [aF 

The  Sonthcvn  Maiden  to  Iter  Valentine. 

•        BY      MARGARITA     J.      CANED  0  . 
-    AIR—  Ity  Ions  r?,*v  H  t';- 

I  give  to  ;hoe,  my  soldier  dear. 

•My  bosom's  love  and  faith — 
A  faith  that  eia&noi  falter,  till 

This  heart  be  cold  in  death  ; 
I  do  not,  with  them,  offer  now 

The  hand  I  keep  for  thee  ; 
No  marriage  bells  must  ring  for  ua 

Till  our  dear  land  is  free,    '^ 

Go  forth  into  the  field,  beloved  1 

My  love  thy  shield  shall  be, 
While  in  the  home  thy  valor  guarda 

I  watch  and  wait  for  thee. 
Strike  at  thy  country's  hated  foel — 

I'll  be  a  here's  bride  ; 
Or  if  in  death  thou  liest  low, 

I'll  mourn  for  thee  with  pride. 

Now,  now,  while  freedom's  trumpets  blow, 

While  freedom's  banners  wave, 
And  call  on  all  to  meet  the  foe, 

Shrink  not  thou,  Southern  brave  I 
Home,  Hope  and  Honor  bid  the  forth, — 
.  Fame's  heralds  wait  on  thee  ; 
-   The  maid  thou  lov'st  for  thee  shall  twine 
I  The  wreath  of  victory. 

»_..,;    ;,.  '  ...    .      .,.$ 


§§  48  tZK    SONGSTER.  ^ 

S  Sha:    an/,  shrinking  from  the  war, 

Fly  trembling  and  afraid? 

(  Let  not  that  wretched  coward  dare 

*>  Address  a  Southern'maid; 

j  Our  hearts  are  only  for  the  brave, 

Our  hands  are  for  the  free  ; 
March  on  where  glory  'a  banners  wave, 

March  on  to  victory  ! 


♦•TRY    CS!" 

Seng    ef   the    Quitman    Fe  ) 

BY    FRANCIS   BAKER,    CfiCEAfflET). 

Our  maiden  banner  courts  the  wind: 

Its  stars  are  beaming  o'er  us ;  £ 

Each  radiant  fold,  now  unconfined,  s 

Is  floating  free  before  us.  X 

It  bears  a  motto  proud  and  high, 

For  those  who  dare  defy  us ; 
And  loud  shall  be  our  slogan-cry, 

Whene'r  they  come  to  "  Try  Us." 

*  The  hallowed  ray  that  freedom  gave, 

To  cheer  the  gloom  that  bound  us, 
And  thone  in  beauty  o'er  the  brave, 

Still  brightly  beams  around  us. 
The  day  our  fathers  .bnavely  won 

Shall  long  be  greeted,  by  us ; 
And  loudly  through  our  ranks  shall  run 

The  gallant  war-cry,  "  Try  Us.1' 


'OJ'      .  THfi    BOLPIER'S    PRK3    SONGSTER.  49    [^f 

-Now  fill  the  wine-cup" to  the  brim,  .   . 
)  t  Fill,  fill  the  ruby  treasure  ; 

Pour  one  libation  forth  to  Him, 

Nor  stint  the  burniug  measure. 
Ami  o'er  th«  board,  or  in  the  field. 

His  spirit  shall  be  nigh  us  ; 
Ebe  patruri  -    ope,  th'e  soldier's  shield,  < 

Whc  come  to  "Try  Ua%,} 

TKon  give  our  banner  to  the  wind. 

It's  stars  are'beaming  0"er  us, 
Its  maiden  folds  now  unconfined 

A.re  floating  free  before  us  ; 
It  bears  a  motto  proud  and  high, 

For  those  who  dare  defy  us ; 
And  loud  shall  be  our  slogan-cry,* 

Whene'er  they  come  to  u«Try  Us." 


OUR  COUNTRY'S  ENSK^TC. 

BY  THE  ABTHOR  OF  "SOUTHLAND,"  THE  PRIZE  SONG,    < 

Air  —  "  Spcii'Ming  and  bright." 
Spotless  and  fair,  in. morning  air 

Our  lilly-hued  flagjs  streaming  ; 
And  on  it  spread,  in  blue  and  .red, 

The  starry  gemmed  Cross  is  beaming  ! 

Then  gladly  greet  that  standard-sheet <, 
With  music's  swelling  chorus"; 
*     No  spirit  can  fail,  nor  timidly  quail,     ? 
With  that  bright  symbol  o'er  us  !     ;  S 


50  THE    SOLDIER'8    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  1^ 

— _^~: jo  '  *^ 

Floating  aloft,  in  battle  oft 
We  have  seen  it  proudly  waving, 
•     While  round  it  fell,  bomb,  ball  and  shell, 
Where  l?avoc's  red  fiends  were  raving! 
Then  gladly  greet  that  standard-sheet 

With  music's  swelling  chorus ; 
No  spirit  can  fail,  nor  timidly  quail, 
With  that  bright  symbol  o'er  us  I 


Foemen  shall  fly  when  it  on  high 
Exhibits  it  stainless  splendors, 
They  cannot  stand  the  lightning  brand 
Of  Liberty's  brave  defenders  J- 

Then  gladly  greet  that  standard  sheet 

•With  music's  swelling  chorus ; 
No  spirit  can  fail  nor  timidly  quail, 
With  that  bright  symbol  o'er  us! 

Banner  of  white,  so  pure  ancl  bright, 

By  beauty's  fair  fingers  woven, 
Her  starry  eyes  begem  thy  dyes, 
And  oft  thy  prowess  have  proven"! 

Then  gladly  greet  that  standard-sheet) 

With  music's  swelling  chorus; 
No  spirit  can  fail  nor  timidly  quail 
With  that  bright  symbol  o'er  us ! 

Stream  on  l^stream  on  1  child  of*  the  sun  1- 
Chaste  emblem  of  national  glory! — 


THE"sOLDIER'8    PRIZE   SONGSTER. 


"sfiS 


Thy  field  so  white  shall  sooa  glow  bright        b 
With  triumph's  immortal  story  !  / 

Then  gladly  greet  that'standard-sheet( 

With  music's  swelling  chorus  ; 
No  spirit  can  fail  nor  timidly  quail 
With  that  bright  symbol  o'er  us  ! 


A  CRY  TO  ARMS. 

BY    HENRY    TIM ROD. 

Ho  !  woodsmen  of  the  mountain  side  ! 

Ho  !  dwellers  in  the  vales  ! 
Ho  !  ye  who  by  the  chafing  tide, 

Have  roughen'd  in/he  gales  ! 
Leave  barn  and  byre,  leave  kin  and  cot. 

Lay  by  the  bloodless  spade,- 
Let  desk,  and  case,  and  counter  rot, 

And  burn  your  books  of  trade ! 

The  despot  roves  your  fairest  lands, 

And  till  he  flies  or  fears, 
Your  fields  must  grow  but  armed  hands, 

Your  sheaves  be  sheaves  of  spears ! 
Give  up  to  mildew  and  to  rust 
v    The  useless  tools  of  gain  ; 
And  feed  your  country's  sacred  dust 

With  floods  of  crimson  rain  1 

Come  with  the  weapons  at  your  call, 
With  musket,  pike  or  kniie  ; 


M 


|5]  52         the  soldier's  rn  i.  ..it.     • 

He  wields  the  deadliest  blade  of  all 

Who  lightest  holds  his  life. 
The  arm  that  drives  its  unbought  blows 

With  all  a  patriot's  scorn,       '.— 
Might  brain  a  tyrant  with  a  rose, 

Or  stab  him  with  a  thorn  ! 
Does  any  falter?     let  him  turn 

To  some  brave  maiden's  eyes, 
And  catch  the  holy  fires  that  barn 
• '  'In  those  sublunar  skies. 
Oh  !  could  you  like  your  women  feel, 

And  in  their  "spirit  march, 
A  day  might  see  your  lines  of  steel 

Beneath  the  victor's  arch  !  - 

What  hope,  0  God!  would  not  grow  warm 
S  When  thoughts  like  these  give  cheer? 

J    '      The  lily  calmly  braves  the  storm, 

And  shall  the  palm  tree  fear  ?  I 

I         No !  rather  let  its  branches  court 
<J  The  rack  that  sweeps  the  p]ain  ; 

And  from  the  lily's  regal  port 
Learn  how  to  breast  the  strain. 
S  Ho!  woodsmen  of  the  mountain's  side  ! 

<  Ho  !  dwellers  in  the  vales! 

)  Ho !  ye,  who  by  the  roaring  tide 

Have  roughened  in  the  gales  ! 
Come  !  flocking  gaily  to  the  right, 

From  forest,  hill,  and  lake ! 
We  battle  for  our  country's  right, 
And  for  the  lily's  sake ! 


THE    SOLDIER'S   PRI2TE    SONGSTER.  53   [2§ 

THE  LONE  STAR  FLAG. 

HV    H.     j 

Up  with  the  l.one'Star  banne-. 

Its' hues  are  still  as  bright 
As*  when  its  glories  braved  the  brc 

At  San  Jacinto's  fight : 
Its  fluttering  folds  in  triumph  wave! 

O'er  many  a  gory  brow  : 
The  freedom  that  was  couquered  then. 

Will  not  be  yielded  now. 

The  honorof  that  Lone  Star  rV.  .    £ 

That  floats  the  blue  above, 
Is  held  as  dear  by  Texan  hearty  \  ( 

As  that  of  her  they  love  ; 
And  not  .a  stain  shall  dim  its  hues,  \ 

While  yet  a  man  remains 
To  save  this  flower-girdled  land  ) 


From  ignominious  chains. 


That  banner,  with  the  single  stai, 

Is  Freedom's  favored  sign  ;  c 

Beneath  its  unpolluted  folds  ) 

Her  purest  glories  shine ;  S 

And  in  the  whirlwind  and  the  storm,  I 

Amid  the  crash  and  jar,  -  \ 

Her  brightest  hope  still  rests  upon  5 

That  solitary  star.  ■ 


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i 


54  THE   SOLDIER'S    rRIZE    SONGSTER.  \<r 

THE    SEA-KINGS     OF    THE     SOUTH. 


)  Full  many  have  sung  of  the  victories  our  warriors  have  won, 

c  From  Bethel  by  the  eastern  tide  to  sunny  Galveston — 

b  On  fair  Potomac's  classic  shore,  by  sweeping  Tennessee, 

)  Hill,  rock  and  river,  shall  tell  forever  the  vengeance  of  the  free. 

X  .The  air  still  rings  withjhe  cannon  shot,  with  battle's  breath  is  warm,  i 
v  Still  on  the  hills  their  swords  liave  saved,  our  legions  wheel  and  form, 
?  And  Johuston,  Beauregard  and  Lee]  -mid  all  their  gallant  train, 
)  Wait  yet  at  their  head, *in  silence  dread,  the  hour  to  charge  again. 

?  But  a  ruggoder  field  than  the  mountain  side,  a  broader  field  than  the  * 
s  plain,  } 

)  Is  spread  fof  the  fight  in  t'ho  stormy  wave  ;md  the.  globe-embracing  <> 
(.  maiu ;  ) 

\  -"Tis  there  the  keel  of  the  goodly  ship  must  trace  the  fate  of  the  land,  / 
S  For  the  name  ye  write  in  the  sea  foam  white,  shall  first  and  longest^ 
)  stand. 

S.  For  centuries  on  centuries,  since  erst  the  hollow  tree 

)  Was  launched  by  the  lone  mariner  on  some  primeval  sea, 

?  Nc  stouter  stuff  than  the  heart  of  oak,  or  light  elastic  pine,. 

\  Had  ventured  beyond  the  shallow  shoal,  to  pass  the  burning  Line. 

?  The  naiad  and  the  dryad  met  in  billow  and  in  spar. ;  j 

<>  The  forest  fought  at  Sularuis,  the  proves  at  Trafalgar  ; 

)  Old  Tubal  Cain  had  sweated  again  to  forge  the  brand  and  ball, 

(But  failed  to  frame  the  mighty  hull  that  hold  eufortrwsed  all. 
Six  thousand  years  had  left  it  for  our  uobler  tars  to  show, 
That  iron  was  to  ride  the  waves  and  timber  sink  below;  , 

}  The  waters  bland  that  welcomed  first  the  white  man  to  our  shore, 
S  Columbus  of  an  iron  world,  the  brave  Buchanau,  bore. 

^  Not  gun  for  gun,  but  forty  to  one,  the  odds  he  had  to  meet ! 
S  One  craft  untried  of  wind  or  tide  to  board  the  haughty  fleet ! 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER. 

Above  her  honored  relics  now  the  billows  break  and  pour, 
But  the  glory  of  that  wondrous  day  Is  hers  for  evermore  ! 

See  yonder  speck  on  the  uiist  Bo  <ar,  as  dim  as  in  a  dream ! 

Anear  it  speeds.    There  arc  masts  like  reeds,  aud  a  tossing  plume  of  < 

steam 

Fleet,  fierce  and  gaunt,  with  bows  aslant,  She  dashes  proudly  on  ;— ' 
Whence  and  whither,  her  prey  to  gather,  the  foe  shall  learn  anon. 

Oh  1  wide  and  green  is  her  hunting  park,  and  plentiful  the  game  1 
From  the  restless  bay  of  old  Biscay,  to  the  Carib  sea  she  came. 
The  catchers  of  the  whale  she  caught ;  swift  Ariel  overhauled  ; 
And  mado  Hatteras  know  the  hardest  blow  that  ever  a  tar  appalled. 

She  bears  the  name  of  a  noble-State,  and  .sooth  she  bears  it  well. 
To  us  she  hath  made  it  a  word  of  pride — to  the  Northern  ear  a  knell 
To  the  Puritan  in  his  busy  mart,  the  Puritan  on  his  deck,    •' 
With  Alabamn,  visions  start  of  ruin,  woe  aud  wreck. 

In  vain'  his  lubberly  squadrons  round  her  magic  pathway  swoop, 
Admiral,  Captain,  Commodopo,  in  gunboat,  frigate,  Blobp  I 
Save  to  snatch  a  prize  or  a  foe  chastise,  as  their  feeble  art  she  foils, 
She  scorns  a  point  from  her  course  to  veer,  to  baffle  all  their  toils. 

Aud  bravely  hath  her  sister-ship  begun  her  young  caterer. 

Already  hath  her  gentle  name  become  a  name  of  fear  ; — 

The  name  that  breathes  of  the  orange  bloom,  of  soft  lagoons  that  roll, 

Round  the  home  of  the  Rontan  of  the  West— -the  unconquercd  Seminole. 

Like  the  Albatross  and  the,  tropic-bird,  'forever  on  the  wing. 
For- them  nor  night  nor  breaking  morn  may  rest  or  shelter  bring  ; 
AW  drooping  from  the  weary  cruise,  or  shattered  from  the  fight, 
No  dear  home-haven  opes  to  them  its  arms  with  welcome  bright 

Then  side  by  side  in  our  love  and  pride,  bo  our  men  of  the  laud  and  sea  \\ 
The  fewer  these,  the  sterner  task,  the  greater  their  guerdon  be  ! 
The  fairest  wreath  of  amaranth,  the  fairest  hands  shall  twine, 
For  the  brows  of  our  preux  chevaliers^the  Bayards  of  the  brine. 


^J  50  THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  \£ 

The  "trta 

As  long  shall  live  in  the  -'  "it-stirring  stave. 

As  hath  the  Red  Cn  ag  of  Thor, 

Or  the  flag  of  the  sea,  wlmtoVr  it  h>\  that  oa  er  unfurled  to  « 

Theji  float  fall  high  to  their  parent 

Where'er  the  dark-hulled  foethao  a  towers 

Speak  for  the  right,    for  the  truth    and  light,  tttriugh  thp  gun's  ( 

unmuzzled  mouth. 
And  the  fcnte  of  the  : 


LAND   OF  MYFATHHRS. 
By  ,\.    ■■■ 

Fair,  land  of  my  father*  ! 

Bright  clime  of  the  .sun  ! — 
Whose  mountains  and  meadows 

By  valor  were  won. 

In  the  days  long  ago, 

When  the  tyranqus  foe 
Came  over  the  waters  his" prowess  to  show, — 

Thy  sons  will  maintain 

What  their  ancestors  gave, 

Or, sleep  every  one 

In  a  patriot's  grave'! 

Fair  land  oi  the  Southron, 

By  Washington  won. 
By  Pinckney,  and  Sumter, 

And  stout  Marion  : 

Baptized  with  their  blood. 

In  battle's  red  flood, 


« 

^]  'THE   SOLDIIR's    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  57  {g§ 

When  tyrants  around  tliem  in  grim  phalanx  stood ..S 
Thou  still  must  be  free, 
Tree  from -centre  to  shore.  * 

Or  life's  purple  current 
For -thee  we  will  pour  '. 

What  though  the  dark  despot*, — 

The  scum  of  the  North 
Now  press  round  thy  border-. 

Now  tread  on  thine  earth, — 
>        We'll  rise  in  full  might. 

For  the  field  and  the  fight, 
And  strike  for   wives,  children,  God,  freedom  and'' 

Neath  the  flag  of  the  Cross. '         [right !  \ 

With  its  stars  all  aglow, 

We'll  swoop  on  the  rank* 

Of  the  infidel  foe  !  J 

<!  Sure  lie,  who  the  nations 

In  justice. doth  sv 

Will  guard  u's  and  guide  us 

-    In  battle's  dread  day. 
His  children  He  led 
When  from  Egypt  they  tied. 

And  left  in  the  Red  Sea  their  enemies,  dead  ! 
A  new  Pharaoh  now 

Seeks  to  vanquish  this  land, —  \ 

Oh  God  !  hurl  him  down  <[ 

With  thv  thunder-nerved  hand  !  } 

J8 


58        the  soldier's  prize  songster. 


Yes,  land  of  my  fathers!  S 

Dear  home  of  my  hope  !  \ 

Bright  land  of  the  future  !—  ,  C 

Thou  yet  shall  stand  up 
Triumphant  and  .«trong, 
In  battle  and  song,        .  S 

The  victor  and  queen  of  the  jubilant  throng  !  <> 

Far  down  through  the  years  ( 

I  see  thy  states  rise,  ) 

Independent  and  free, 
With  their  domes. in  the  skies! 


THE  SOLDIER'S  HEART. 

BY  F.  P.  BEAUFORT. 

The  trumpet  callr.  and  I  must  go  ? 

To  meet  the  vile  invading  foe  ;       ;  > 

But  listen,  dearest,  ere  we  part— 
Thou  hast,  thou  hast  the  soldier's  heart ! 

It  could  not  be  so  true  to  thee  ;  t 

Were  it  not  true  to  Liberty; 
Far  rather  fill  a  solder's  grave 
Than  live  a  dastard  and  a  slave!  • 

Thine  eyes  shall  light  dark  danger's  path, 
The  gloomy  camp,  the  foeman's  wrath  ; 
Above  the  battle'3  ifiery  storm, 
I  shall  behold  thy  beauteous  form ! 

m    .  ....a 


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1BE   SOLDIER'S    PRIZE   SONGSTER.  59 

With  thoughts  of  thee   for  thy  dear  sake, 
-Redoubled  efforts  I  will  make  ; 
And  strike  with  an  avenging  hand 
For  lady-love  and  native  land  ! 

Xhen  fare  thee  well,  the -trumpet's  sound 
Commands  me  to  the  battle-ground  ; 
But  listen,  dearest,'  ere  we  part— 
Thou  hast,  thou  hast  the  soldier's  lLeart! 


MY  WIFE  AND  CHILD. 

BY   GEN\  HENRY    R.   JACKSON,  OV    GEORGIA. 

The  tattoo  beaU%  the  lights  are  gone, 

The  camp  around  in  slumber  lies ; 
The  night  with  solemn  pace  moves  on. 

And  sad,  uneasy  thoughts  arise. 
I  think  of  thee,  oh,  dearest  one ! 

Whose  love  my  early  life  hath  West ; 
Of  thee  and  him,  our  baby  son, 

Who  slumbers  on  thy  gentle  breast. 

Hod  ot  the  tender,  hover  near 

To  her  whose  watchful  eye  is  wet; 
The  mother,  wife — the  doubly  dear — 

And  cheer  her  drooping  spirits  yet. 
Now,  while  she  kneels  before  Thy  throne, 

Oht  teach  her,  Ruler  of  the  Skies  ! 
No  tear  is  wept  to  Thee  unknown, 

No  hair  is  lost,  no  sparrow  dies  : 


CO  THE    SOLDIER'S    TRI/E    SONGSTER* 

That  thou  car.  i  ruthless  hand 

Of  darkjdisea  'ne  its  pain  ; 

Thai  only  by  Thy  -tern  command     - 
The  bafffl  i  ifn! 

l'y  day,  hy  night — in  joy  or  woe — 
By  fears  oppressed,  or  hopes  beguiled. 

From  every  danger,  every  Joe, 
<)*li.  Cod!  protect  my  wife  and  child  ! 


STONEWALL  JACKSON'S  WAY.        > 

Come,  stack  arms,  men  !  pile  on  the  rails, 

Stir  up  the  camp  fire  bright. 
No  matter  if  the  canteen  fails, 

We'll  make  a  roaring  night ! 
-  liere  Shenandoah  brawls  along. 
There  burly  Blue  Ridge  echoes  &[■■• 
To  swell  the  brigade's  rousing  s,oiig 

Of   "Stonewall  Jackson's  Way." 

We-see  him  now— the  old  slouched  hat 

Cocked  o'er  hi-s  eyes  askew  ; 
The  shrewd  dry  smile — the  speeda  so  pat- - 

So  calm,  so  blunt,  so  true. 
The  "B^^^tJftdinr^  knows 'em  well;       < 
Says  he*  "That's  Banks— he's  f'on.d  of  shell.   ? 
Lord  save  his  soul !— we'll  give  him  "—well : 
.   That's  "Stonewall  Jackson's  way." 


■- 


Silence!   ground  arms !   ftneel  all !  caps  off!      ) 
"Old  Blue-Light's  going  to  pray. 


TUE  soldier's  ,i  61  [g 

Strangle  the  fool  that  dare's  to  acoff  ! 

Attention  1   it's  Ins  way  V 
Appealing  from  his  native  s 
In  /•  ■■  rlsu to  God — ' 

)      u  Lay  bare  thine  arm — stretch  forth  thine  r<_ 

Amen!"     T1     [         -vonewall's  way !  " 

'> 

5 

<J        .  Hc's-i-  the     ■<M!u  now'!     Fall  in  ! 

Steady  !   the  whole 'brigade  ! 
$      ,  Hill's  at  .the  ford)  'cut  oiT:  we'll  win 
His  way  out,  ball  and  blade. 
What  matter  if  our  shoes  are  worn  .' 
What  matter  if  our  feet  arc  torn  ? 
\       "  Quick  step  !  we'ra^vitli  him  ere  the  morn  !  "     ?■ 
>     -       That's-  '!  Stonewall  Jackson's  way." 


■  The  sun's  bright  lances  rout  the  mists 
Of  morning — and,  by  George"! 
Here's  Longstreet,  struggling  in  the  lists. 

Hemmed  in  an  ugly  gorge. 
Pope  and  his  Yankees,  whipped  before; 
'-'  jBay'nets  and  grape !  "  hear  Stonewall  roar:     I 
"  Charge,  Stuart !— pay  off  Ashby 's  score  V"  •     \ 
Is  ''Stonewall  Jackson's  w'avv' 


Ah  !  maiden,  wait  and  watch,  and  yearn 
For, news  of  Stonewall's  band. 

Ah  !  widow,  read  with  eyes  that  burn 
That  ring  upon  thy. hand! 


"•%/"\r>"\/'\>'N 


B 


62         the  soldier's  prize  songster. 

Ah  !  wife,  sew  on,  pray  on,  hope  on 
Thy  life  s'hall  not  be  all  forlorn. 
The  foe  had  better  ne'er  been  born 
That  gets  in  Stonewall's  way  !  v 


THE  DRU7DI£R-BOY  OF  SHILOIf. 

Qn  Shiloh'sdark  and  bloody  ground 

The  dead  and  wounded  lay  ; 
Amongst  them  was  a  drummer-boy.  __ 

Who  beat  the  drum  that  day. , 
A  wounded  soldier  held  him  up,  ■ 

His  drum  was  by  his  side, 
He  clasped  his  hands,  then  raised  his  eyes, 

And  prayed  before  he  died. 

"Oh,  Mother!"  said  the  dying  boy, 

"  Look  down  from  Heaven  on  me,    - 
Receive  me  to  thy  fond  embrace, 

Oh,  take  me  home  to  thee. 
I've  loved  my  country  and  my  Grod, 

To  serve  them  both  I've  tried." 
He  smiled,  shook  hands,  Death  seized  the  boy, ' 

Who  prayed  before  he  died. 

Each  soldier  wept  then  like  a  child — 
Stout  hearts  were  they,  and  brave  ; 

The  flag  his  winding-sheet,  God's  Book 
The  key  unto  his  grave. 

They  wrote  upon  a  single  board 
,     These  words:  "  This  is  a  guide 


THE   SOLDIER^   PRIZE   SONGSTER. 

To  those  who'd  mourn  the  Drummer-Boy," 
,    Who  prayed  before  he  died. 

Ye  angele  round  the  throne  of  grace, 

Look  down  upon  the  braves 
Who  fought  and  died  on  Sbiloh's  plain, 

Now  slumbering  in  their  graves. 
How  many  homes  made  desolate,    ■ 

How  many  hearts  have  sighed, 
How  many  like  that  Dn  nmer-Boy, 

Who  prayed  before  he  died ! 


MY    LOVE    AND    I. 

T,Y    AS-..  H.ARTZ.      . 

My  love  reposes  on  a  rosewood  frame — 

A  bunk  have  I ;  '. 

A  couch  of  feathery  down  fills  up  the  same — 
Mine's  straw,  but  dry  ; 

She  sinks  to  sleep  at  night  with  scarce- a  sigh — 

With  waking  eyes  I  watch  the  hours  creep  by. 

My  love  her  daily  dinner  takes  in  state — 

And  so  do  I  (?) ; 
The  richest  viands  flank  her  silver  plate — 

Coarse  grub  have  I ; ' 
Pure  wines  she  sips  at  ease,  her  thirst  to  slake — 
I  pump  my  drink  from  Erie's  limpid  lake  ! 

My  love  has  all  the  world  at  will  to  roam — 
Three  acres  I ; 


64         THE  soldikrV  prjzb  songster. 


<  She  goes  abroad  or  quiet  sits  at  home — 

So  cannot  1  ; 
j  Bright  angels  wafch  around  her  couch  at  night —    ) 
'A  Yank,  witli,  loaded  gun,  keeps  me  in  sight. 


A  thousand  weary  miles  now  stretch  between 

My  love  and  I ; 
To  her,  this  wintry  night,  ©old,  calm,  serene, 
I  waft  a  sigh  ; 
<J  And  hope,  with  all  my  earnestness  of  soul,  S 

/.To-morrow's  mail  may  bring  my  parole! 

5   *  r* 

<>  There's  'hope  ahead  !     We'll  one  day  meet  again,     ^ 
y    '  My  love  and  I ;    . 

<  We'll  wipe  away  all  tears  of  sorrow  then.    , 

/  Her  lovelit  eye,  ( 

>  Will  all  my  many  troubles  then  beguile, 

<  And  keep  this  wayward  reb.  from  Johnston's  Isle.; 
?  •      < 


THE    WAR-CHILD. 

1>V    ANDERSON. 

Awake  !  'tis  the  call  of  the  bugle,  awake  ! 

Ho,  Sergeant !  go  see  to  your  steed — 
Ere  tlie  morning  light  in  the  East  snail  break 

There'll  be  many  a  gallant  deed  !     fc 
Mount !  mount  1  and  away  on  the  toilsome  march! 

Our  spirits  are  gay  and  light — 
♦General  Wheeler. 


J^j  THE   SOLDIER'S    PRIZE   SONGSTER.  65   (p5 

£      Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  there  is  sport  ahead, 
'<|         For  the  War-child  rides  to-night ! 

\ 

jj      Thro'  the  aisles  of  the  forest  dark  and  grand, 

Wfrfefe  the  meadows  are  ever  gay  ; 
Thro'  the  tangled  paths  of  the  w'ld  woodland 

We  wiH  wind  on  our  silent  7ay, 
)      And  long  ere  the  earliest  e  ars  go  down, 

We  will  light  us  a  glorious  lamp. 
I      And  will  laugh  as  the  hated  foe  shall  wake 

In  the  flames  of  his  burning  eainp  ! 

. 

)      Ahl  the  devil  \v  111  chuckle  with  joy  full  soon, 
For  there's  blood  in  the  War-chld's  eye, 

S       And  drath   will  ride  out  in  the  dark  of  the  moouv 
To  where  the  foe  Numbering  lie, 

!>      And   to-morrow  a  shadow  will  be  on  their  land,; 

>  And  their  people  will  wildly  rave 

\     For  the  sleepers  whose  sleep  will  be  broken  tc-night^ 
By  the  clutch  of  the  hungry  gn-.ve  ! 

)      In  the  front  ©f  the  fight,  in  the  face  of  the  foe.; 

(  At  the  rear  midst  battle's  thunder — 

I      'Tis  there  that  the  flash  oi  our  swords  is  seen 

As  we  rend  their  ranks  asunder  I 
J>      'Tis  there  that  our  little. chief  maketh  his  home,  \ 

And  the  enemy  ever  hath  found  us — 
'Tis  there  where  the  vauh  of  the  skv  is  our  roof  > 

And  our  couches  the  heather  around  us !  \ 

Then  humh  foronr  chief!  hurrah  for  our  cause  1  ? 
Hurrah  !  for  our  glorious  banner  1  ? 


I   C6  THE    SOI      UK'S    TKIZE    SONGSTER.  p  5. 

It  shall  float  ere  the  blossoming  of  the  leaf 
(>"•  'i*  each  vale  of  our  land  and  savannah  ! 

!:  .'  for  the  spoils  which  our  coming  await !  ) 


Hurrah  !  boots  and  saddles  !  at  last  we   are  off!  I 
Mount!    mount!  'tis  the  bugler's  call.  \ 


1¥    IIBYIAND 

BY'  JAMES  K.  RANDALL. 


,(  The  despot's  heel  is  on  thy  shore,' 

<  Maryland  ! 
.  temple  door. 

Man  land  ! 
A.venge  the  patriotic  gore 
Thftt  swept  o'er  gallant  Baltimore, 
(  And  be  the  battle-queen  of  yore, 
Mar  viand!  My  Mary  la 

Hark  !  to  a  wand'rinj*  son's  appeal, 
(  Maryland  I 

<  My  Mother-State,  to  thee  I  kneel, 

>  Maryland ! 

\  For  life  and  death,  tor  woe  and  weal, 

<  Thy  peerless  chivalry  reveal, 

I  And  gird  thy  beauteous  limbs  with  steelr 
\  Maryland  !  My  Maryland  ! 

S  Thou  wilt  not  cower  in  the  dust, 

(  Maryland ! 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  C7 

Thy  beaming  sword  shall  never  rust, 
Maryland  ! 
Remember  Carroll's  sacred  trust, 
Remember  Lloward's.war-like  thru 
And  all  thy  slumbercrs  with  the  ju 

Maryland!  My  -Maryland  ! 

s  Come  !  'tis  the  red  dawn  of  the  clay, 

<  Man  land  '. 
(  Come  with  thy  panoplied  array, 
)                                               Mary  Ian.  I  ! 
\  "With  Ringgolu'.s  spirit  for  the  fray, 
(  With  Watson'&  blood  at  Monterey, 
\  "With  fearless  Lowe  and  dashing  May, 

<  Man  land  !  My  Maryland  ! 

JjBear  Mother,  burst  the  tyrant's  chain, 
S  Maryland ! 

X  Virginia  should  not  call  in  vain,. 
/  Maryland  ! 

S  She  meets  her  sisters  on  the, plain  ; 
\  "Sic  Semjier,"  'tis  the  proud  refrain 

That  baffles  minions  bak  again, 

Maryland ! 

Arise  in  majesty  aga.u, 

Maryland !  My  Maryland  ! 

Cornel  lor  thy  shield  is  bright  and  strong, 

Maryland ! 
Come !  for  thy  dalliance  does  thee  wrong. 
S  *  Maryland! 


35)  68  THB   SOLDIER'S   TRIZK   SONG8TER.  \^J 

Come  to  thine  own  heroic  throng, 
That  8ta!ka  with  liberty  along, 
And  gave  a  new  Key  to  thy  song, 

Maryland!  My  Mary  fend  J 

I  see  the  blush  upon  thy  cheek, 

.    Maryland! 
But  thou  wast  ever  bravely  meek, 

Maryland  1 
But  lol  there  surges  forth  a  shriek 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  creek  to  creek — 
?  Potomac  calls  to  Cheaspoake, 

Maryland  I  My  Maryland"! 

)  Thou  wilt  not  yield  the  Vandal  toll, 

Maryland ! 
I  Thou  wilt  not  crook  to  his  control, 

Maryland ! 
Better  the  fire  upon  thee  roll, 
Better  the  shot,  the-  blade,  the  bowl, 
Than  crucifixion  of  the  soul, 

Maryland  I  My  Maryland  ! 

J>  I  hear  the  distant  thunder-hum, 

S  Maryland  1 

\  The  Old  Line's  bugle,  fife  and  drum, 

^  Maryland ! 

She  is  not  dead,  nor  deat,  nor  duml>, 
Huzza  1   she  spurns  the  Northern  scum  1 
She  breathes— she  burns  1  she'll  come !  she'll  come! 
Maryland  !  My  Maryland  ! 


PQ  THE   SOLDIBR'a    PRIZE  SONGSTER.  69   ^ 

OEORQI  A. 

BY      JAQU38     JOURNOT. 

Blessings  oq  thee,  Land  of  Beauty, 

Sleeping  in  a  sunny  clime  I 
Blessings  on  thy  hilla  and  valleys — 

I  «nvoke  them  in  my  rhyme! 
Far  and  wide  my  steps  may  wander, 

Fairer  scenes  may  meet  my  eye?, 
But  my  soul  will  cherish  ever. 

Memories  of  thy  glorious  skies. 

Northward,  'gainst  the  quiet  heavens, 

.Thy  b'ue  mountain  barriers  rise, 
And  above  thy  foaming  torrents 

Glow  the  Iris'  radiant  dyes  ; 
There  Tallulah  dashes  madly 

Through  the  ^unlered  granite  hills. 
And  a  sense  of  aw  ul  beauty 

All  the  gazer's  being  fills. 

And  Tocooa,  haunt  of  fairies, 

And  Nacooche's  valley  sweet, 
Where  the  shining  Chattahoochee 

Stars  and  sunshine  love  to  greet ; 
And  Mount  Yonah  soaring  proudly, 

Where  the  winds  are  pure  and  free, 
Wafts  a  greeting  on  their  pinions, 

To  his  neighbor  0.<.rrah^e, 


70     '       THE    SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  j 

Thine  the  Mountain  Rock  of  Gfranite, 
•  Rising  'mid  thy  fertile  plains — 

Nature's  everlasting  watchtower, 

Looking  o'er  thy  wide  domains  ; 
Looking  northward  to  the  mountains- 
Southward  o'er  savannas  wide, 
Wherethrough  dark  lagoons  and  marshes,  j 
Flows  the  Altamah.a's  tide. 


Thine  the  lovely  Forest  City, 

Bonavent  arc's  wealth  of  shade — 

I  Classic  Athens — seat  of  learning  ; 

;'  And  Augusta's  mart  of  trade  ;  .    S 

Macon  shines,  and  fair  Columlii*.  j 

\  And,  Atlanta's  busy  street,  < 

And  the  pride  of  Home  the  western,  < 

Where  fair  Coosa's  waters  meet.  ^ 

But  thy- proudest  treasures,  Georgia.  S 

Are  thy  ftons,  so  brave  and  true —  \ 

And  thy  gentle,  bright-eyed  Daughters,  '■ 


> 

>  Who  with  love  our  souls  imbue 

> 


Thine  the  valiant  and  the  lovely — 

Manhood's  strength  and  woman's  charms — ) 
And  thy  Homea  adorned  by  Beauty. 
Guarded  sre  bv  Valor's  arm?.  > 


T1TE    SOLDIER  S    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 


ji& 


i:V    \.    VEX  ' 


Misouri  I  Missouri  1  bright  Queen  of  the  West  ! 
Of  all  that  is  lovely  in  nature  possessed  : 
Of  flower-decked  prairie,  of  river  and  rill, 
•  Of  broad  fertile  meadow,  and  forest-crowned  hill  ■ 
Where  hamlet  and  homestead,  ?mid  orchards  of  green?.] 
And  tall-steepled  cities  in  splendor,  are  seen  : — 
How  peerless  thou  wert,  in  the  days  long  ago, 

Ere  trod  o'er  thy  borders  the  feet  of  the  foe  ! 
s 

.  Missouri !  Missouri  !  nay  dear  mother  Si.au  , 
How  fallen  thy  fortunes,  how  sad  is  thy  fate  ! 
The  storm-tide  of  battle  sweeps  over  thy  plains  \ 

\  Thy  fair  limbs  are  fettered  by  tyranny's  chains  ; 

I  The  sword  and  the  faggot  have  blasted  thy  pride  :   S 
The  blood  of  thy  children  thy  soil  has  dyed;  J 

The  human  hyenas  now  howl  'round  thy  shore,         ' 
And  o'er  thee  the  vultures  insatiate*roar  ! 


Missouri  !  Missouri !  how  often  in  dreams, 
The  exile  revisits  thy  beautiful  streams  ! 
The  cottage  he  sees,  where  his  forefathers  dwelt! 
■  The  hearth,  'round  whose  circle  hie  fair  sisters  knelt!  . 
S  The  grave  where,  by  moonlight,  he  told  his  first  love!  [> 
5  The  graves  of  his  kin,  with  the  white  stones  above  1  s 
<  The  spoiler  is  'mid  them,— great  God  !  can  it  be.      \ 
>  Pollution  like  this  is  permitted  by  thee  !  ) 

^X~  *  -  wa 


8  72 


THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 


C  Missouri !   Missouri !  thou  shalt  be  avenged  ! 
<^  The  hearts  of  thy  children  cannot  be  estranged  ; 
J  They've  rushed  to  the  field,  and  tho'  driven  afar, 

They  yet  will  return  on  the  conqueror's  oar  ! 
<J  The  blood  of  the  Yankee  and  alien  shall  pay 
)  For  the  havoc  and  shame  of  their  infidel  sway! 
j  No  prayers  then  f?r  mercy  our  souls  shall  entice, 
|;  Our  watchwords  are  Vengeance,  Missouri,  and  PeiceJ 


> 


THE  STAR  OF  ALABAMA. 

Wiitten  (he  day  "  UapUd. 

\  B.  MEEK. 

j  The  Bfer  of  Alabama  floats  proudly  out  to-day, 

('  Upon  yon  field  of  azure,  with  independent  ray. 

'  The    loads  that  gloomel  about  it  are  rendfd  fnai  the  sky, 

,■  And  now  in  sjm  reign  splendor  it  greets  the  patriot  eye. 

;  Oh,  beamed  it  not  as  sweetly  as  Hesper  hi  the  Wert, 

/  When  Peace.with  lilhed  fingers,wrapped  roses  round  her  breast?  ( 

S  But  now,  when  grim  Aggression  is  threatening  ruthless  wars 

'(  It  burns  as  fierce,  defiant,  as  criu  son  tinted  Mars. 

'  The  Polar  Star  of  Freedom  I— as  sailors,  o'er  the  sea, 

)  Are  guided  through  the  midn:ght,  80  we  are  led  by  thee. 

S  Shine  on,  wii  h  beams  resplendent,  thro'  shadows  and  thro'  storm,  [ 

<  No  clouds  can  ever  sully  thy  sky-emblazoned  form 

>  The  children  of  Chaldea,  whru  gleamed  the  morning  star, 
(  Renewed  their  vows  of  hoaiage  before  its  golden  car ; 
So  we,  beneath  thy  splendor,  now  lift  our  hands  on  high, 
And  swear  to  live  as  freemen,  or  frenn'jn  like  to  die  ! 


5  THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   S0NG8TER.  73  (3§ 

Let  carnage  come,  if  need  be  ;  let  famine  blight  the  land  ;         C 
Let  pestilence  and  sorrow  weigh  down  our  patriot  band;  > 

Yet — God  who  rules  the  Nations  '—we'd*  rather  fill  our  graves,  c 
Than  live  a  race  of  cowards,  a  Northern  tyrant's  slaves  !  > 

Fair  Star  of  Alabama !— not  thine  aloue  the  pride, 

A  Sisterhood  of  Planets  now  clusters  to  thy  &ide;—  / 

The  Pleiades  of  Freedom  !— lo  !  how  they  flock  above, 

And  flood  the  crystal  valleys  with  symphonies  of  love  ! 

Soon,— as  in  tropic  regions,  the  Southern  Cross  is  seen, 
A  cor  stellated  symbol,  majestic  and  serene, — 
Our  war- won  young  Republics  a  galaxy  shall  form. 
Which  nations  shall  admire,  nor  despots  dare  to  harm  : 


LOUISIANA. 


Hdl  Louisiana! 

There  n  no  clime  like  thine; 
Land  of  the  broad  savanna, 

Land  of  the  citron  vine, 
Land  of  the  monarch  river. 

Of  lake  and  prairied  plain,  j> 

Our  free-born  home  forever,  \ 

A  beauteous  bright  domain.  <> 

Above,  the  deep  blue  heaven 
Looks  down  with  laughing  eyes. 

And  breezes,,  unldly  driven, 
Float  o'er  thy  sunny  skies. 

Around,  rich  fields  extending, 
Are  clothed  in  emerald  green, 


74  THE    SOLDIER' 8.  TRIZE    SONGSTER.         .  [^ 

And  birds,  their  music  blending, 
On  every  bough  a:  S 

With  orange-blossoms  laden. 

Or  golden  jruit,  each  bower 
Reveals  the  dark-eyed  m'rviden. — . 

■"  Herself  a  fairer  flower''' — 
The  sunny  Creole  beauty, 

With  voice  of  song  and  mil 
And  trUe  to  love  and  duty. 

The  houries  of  the  earth. 

Ho!  Louisiana! 

Home  of  the  bmve  and  liee, 
Thy  fertile,  broad  savanna 

Goes  smiling  to  the  "sea; 
Where  princely  wealth  inherits, 

And  generous  thoughts  exp 
The  chivalric,  high  spirits. 

The  guardians  of  the  land. 


>      I  WOULD   BE  A  SOLDIEK   STILL. 

T  have  marched,  and  perils  faced; 

On  the  blood-stained  field  I've  slept  : 
In  the  midst  of  war's  dread  waste, 
I  '   O'er  a  comrade's  grave,  I've  wept.  -  .\ 

v'uorus — Might  I  march  through  life  again.     { 
In  spite,  of  every  by-gone  ill.  f 

To  the  end  of  life's  campaign, 
\  I'd  be  a  soldier  eti  11 !  ^ 


I've  seen  the  soldier  fall, 
And  heard  his  last  sad  sigh  ; 

But  my  dearest  wish  is  still 
For  my  country  so  to  die. 

Chorus— ^Might  I.  march,  etc. 


BATTLE     f :  A  L  1L  . 


THE    SOLDIER^    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  75    QJ3 

Pve  seen  the  pale-faced  moon 

Shine  o'er  a  hero's  grave, 
Wnere'a  gallant  heart  lay  cold, 

Once  noblest  of  the  brave. 

Chorus — Might  I  march,  etc.  > 


BY*    ARTHUR    BELTON.  ? 


Come  forth,  ye  gallant  hearts,  come  forth  ! 

Who  love  this  golden  land, 
And  meet  the  fierce  hordes  of  the  North 

With  pike  and  battle- brand  ! 
Their  crowding  ships  now  stalk  the  deep, 

With  wrath  for  us  in  store  ; 
Oh  come,  and,  with  your  strong  arms,  sweep 

The  Vandals  from  our  shore  ! 

Come  from  each  iron-girted  hill — 

From  every  verdant  grove; 
Come  from  the  fields  your  strong  arms  till — 

The  homes  vour  stout  hearts  love  ! 


76         the  soldier's  prize  songster.  Q5 

Oh,  towns  and  cities,  pour  ye  forth 

Your  thousands  for  the  fight ! 
And  tea<h  the  vile,  presumptuous  North, 

Our  land's  resistless  might ! 

Old  man,  dash  down  thy  staff  and  crutch, 
j>  And  seize  thy  sword  again  ; 

Thy  limbs  shall  feel  youth's  magic  touch 

On  Freedom's  battle-plain. 
And  thou,  oh  lithe  and  fair-faced  boy. 

Spring  from  thy  mother's  knee  ; 
Her  heart  will  thrill  with  patriot  joy, 

Her  soldier-son  to  see  ! 

God  goes  with  us  to  battle  now  ; 

His  storms  have  rent  the  foe ; 
Oh,  let  us  kneel  to  Him  and  vow 

We  will  complete  the  blow  ! 
By  ^yonder  consecrated  cross — 
—  The  standard  of  the  sky — 

We  swear,  whatever  be  the  loss. 

To  conquer  or  to  die  1 

Then  come,  ye  gailant  hearts,  come  forth  1 

Who  love  this  golden  land, 
And  meet  the  fierce  hordes  of  the  North 
Beside  the  ocean  strand  ! 
<j  In  vain  their  scowling  squadrons  loom 

>  Across  the  Mexic  wave  ; 

S  Hurl,  hurl  on  them  their  rightful  doom— 

(  Give  them  a  felon's  grave  ! 


THE   SOLDIERS   TRIZE   PO-NOSTER.  77 

THE  CAVALIERS  OF  DIXIE, 

BY    WfNJV  F.  PORTER. 
'  Am—1,  }>  9fa    nets  of  J 
Ye  Cavaliers  of  Dixie  ! 
Who  guard  Che  Southern  shores, 
Whose  standards  brave  the  battle  storm, 
Which  o'er  the  border  roars  j 
Your  glorious  sabre^  draw  once  iiiore, 
And  charge  the  Northern  foe  ; 
And  reap  their  columns  deep, 
Where  the  raging  tempests  blow, 
And  the  iron  hail  in  floods  descends, 
gflJ  the  bloody  torrents  flow. 

Ye  Cavaliers  of  Dixie  I 

Tho'  dark  the  tempest  lower, 

What  arms  will  wear  the  tyrant's  chains, 

What  dastard  heart  will  cower? 

Bright  o'er  the  night  a  sign  shall  rise 

To  lead  to  victory  ! 

And  your  swords  reap,  their  horde?, 

Where  the  battle  tempests  blow; 

Where  the  iron  hail  in  floods  descends, 

And  the  bloody  torrents  flow. 

The  Couth  !  she  needs  no  ramparts, 

No  lofty  towers  to  shield  ; 

Your  bosoms  are  her  bulwarks  strong, 

Breastwork?  that  never  yield  ! 

The  thunder.,  of  your  oattle  blades, 


|\j   78  THE    SOLDIER^    rRIZE    SONGSTER. 

<!  Shall  sweep  tlie  servile  foe  ; 

White  their  gore  stains  the  shore. 
Where  the  battle  tempests  blow ; 
Where  the  iron  hail  in  floods  descends, 

(  And  bloody*torrents  flow. 


The  battle  flag  of  Dixie! 
)  With  crimson  field  ehall  flame. 

S  Her  azure  cross  and  silver  stars, 

<  Shall  light  her  sons  to  fame  ! 

When  peace,  with  olive  branch  returns, 

That  flag's  white  folds  s.  .ill  glow. 

Still  bright  on  every  height, 

When  the  storm  has  ceased  to  blow, 

And  the  battle  tempests  rear  no  more, 

IS  or  the  bloody  torrents  flow, 
'  S 

Oh!  battle  flag. of  Dixie! 
«'  .    Long,  long,  triumphant  wave  ! 

Where'er  the  storms  of  battle  roar. 

Or  victory  crowns  the  brave!  ,        i 

The  Cavaliers  of  Dixie! 

In  woman's  song  shall  glow 

The  fame  of  your  name, 

When  the  storm  iias  ceased  fo  blow, 
<*  When  the  battle  tempests  rage  no  more, 

Nor  the  bloody  torrents  flow. 


S 


the  soldier's  prize  songster.         79  Q3 

> 
Afin  VOn  THPE  SOUTHER!?  i,AN».    S 

MAR. 

s 

Armibrtbe  Southern  Land; 

AH  fear  of  death.  dladgjnio 
Low  lay  the  tyrant  Land, 

Our  sacred  rights  profaning  ! 
Each  hero  draws  in  freedom's  cause. 

And  meets  the  foe  with  bravery  ; 
The  servile  race,  and  torv  base.  ? 

May  safety  seek  in  slavery,  1 

Chains  for  the  dastard  knave — 

Recreant  limbs  should  wear  them  ; 
But  blessings  on  the  brave 

Whose  valor  will  not  hear  them  -1 

Stand  by  ypur. injured  J§N 

And  let  no  feuds  divide  you  ; 
On  tyrants  pour  your  hate, 

And  common  vengeance  guide  you. 
Our  foes  should  feel  proud  freemen's  steel. 

For  freemen's  rights  contending; 
Where'er  they  die,  there  let  them  lie. 

To  dust  in  scoru  descending. 
Thus  may  each  traitor  fall 

Who  dare  as  foe  invade  us  ; 
Eternal  fame  to  all 

Who  shall  in  battle  aid  us ! 

..-.     ......  .  JfS 


» 


80        the  soldier's  trize  songster. 

Proud  land  !  shall  she  invoke 

Another's  hand  to  right  her? 
No  !  her  own  avenging  stroke 

Shall  backward  roll  the  smiK). 
Ye  tyrant  band,  with- ropes  of  sand, 

Go  bind  the  rushing  river  ; 
More  weak  and  vain  your  curbed  chain, 

While  God  is  freedom's  giver. 
Then  welcome  to  the  day 

We  meet  the  proud  oppressor. 
For  God  will  be  our  stay, 

Our  right-hand  and  redresser. 


-•  •♦•  *- 


JKFFERSON     DAVI8, 

BY    A.    B.    MEEK. 

Air— "  The  Iraveold  oah'' 


A  song  for  the  Chief,  the  gallant  Chief, 

Who  hath  rule  in  this  Southern  Land  ; 
With  heart  and  with  mind,  by  Heaven  designed 

To  lead  our  patriot  band. 
On  the  crimson  field,  we  have  seen  him  wield 

The  warrior's  victor  blade ; 
At  the  helm  of  State,  more  grand  and  more  great, 
His  wisdom  he  hath  displayed. 

Then  here's  to  the  Chief,  the  lordly  Chief, 

Our  second  Washington  1 — 
Thro'  the  trump  of  fame,  great  Davis'  name* 
>  Shall  echo  till  lime  be  done! 


R" 


THE    SOLPTER'S    PRIZE   80NG8TER.  81 


When  her  sons  arose  to  confront  the  foes 

Who  sought  to  ewslave  the  South, 
And  swore  to  maintain  their  rightful  domain, 

Despite  the  grim  cannon's  mouth  ; 
They  called  from  the  West  their  bravest  and  best, 

To  guide  thro'  the  gath'ring  gloom  ; 
And  nobly  and  grand  he's  rescued  the  land 

From  tyranny's  ravage  doom  I 

Then  here's  to  the  Chief,  &c. 

We've  others  as  great  in  Councils  of  State, 

With  voice  as  potent  to  save  ; 
We've  Knights  in  the  field,  whose  deeds  have  revealed ' 

A  genius  as  skillful  and  brave  ; 
But  where  can  we  find  so  aptly  combined 

The  Soldier  and  Statesman  as  well, — 
The  Christian  and  Sage,  the  Pride  of  the  Age, — 

The  Scholar,  with  classical  spell  ? 
Then  here's  to  the  Chief,  &c. 

Long,  long  may  he  live,  wise  lessons  to  give, — 

The  hearts  of  the  people  to  cheer  ; 
A  contrast  how  great  to  that  Zany,  whom  Fate 

Has  throned  in  the  Fed'ral  sphere  ! 
A  Model  of  worth,  a  Star  for  the  earth 

To  view  with  love  and  delight, — 
A  Pillar  by  day,  to  pilot  the  way, — 

A  Beacon  for  us  at  night  1 

Then  here's  to  the  Chief,  &c 


- 


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5§  82         the  soldier's  prize  m  Q^ 

«JOO  SAVE  THE  SOUTH! 

REUBEN    NAS0i?i 

hiR—"God  sav«  t?i€  King." 
God  blees  our  Southern  land! 
Guard  our  beloved  land  ! 

God  save  the  South  1 
Make  us  victorious, 
Happy  and  glorious, — 
Spread  Thy  shield  over  us  ; — 

God  save  the  South! 

Oh,  Lord  of  Hosts,  arise  ! 
•Scatter  our  enemies, 

Who  mock  Thy  truth  i 
Confound  their  politics, 
Frustrate  their  knavish  tricks,-— 
\n  Thee  our  faith  we  fix  ;— 

God  save  the  South ! 

In  the  iierce  battle  hour, 
With  Thine  Almighty  Power, 

Assist  our  youth  ; — 
May  they,  with  victory  crown'd, 
Joining  our  choral  round, 
WJth  heart  and  voice  resound, 

"  God  save  the  South !" 

RL.. ....,..__JH 


■ 


a:a  true  songs*£B.         83 


\  ,MVW.?if  rCO  -TialS  DAWN. 


rtu. 

in  the  pitrtess  eky 
)      That  lias  darkened  our  d  I    nd, 

}>  Springs. a  luuiinoi---  turrte.rous  Sye,  > 

S       Gushing  oul  ■  .1  ;  s 

I  Upon  valleys  of  carnage  ami  mountains  of  lire —     £ 
3       On  the  heaps  ot  the  holily  slain — 
Z,  It  descends  with  the  rush  of  a  resonant  lyre, 

And  the  gltam  of  a  magical  rain. 
S  s 

j  It  unveils  from  ihe  depths  of  its  fountains  of  blue,  > 

j      Such  a  blaze  of  bewildering  light 

{  As  the  Legends  of  Araby  never  yet  drew 

>  From  the  stars  of  trad  tional  night ; —  " 

'■,  Purple  acres  of  grape  and  savannahs  of  snow, 

C      Full  of  streams  that  enrichingly  run 

^  Thro*  the  fairest  of  blooms  which  the  tropics  beetowv; 

>  On  the  flowering  Bride*  of  the  Sun. 

<j  Noble  structures  of  Commerce  rind  niches  of  Art,     ? 
)      Stately  temples  and  towers  between, 
I  Fretted  domes,  soaring  up  from  the  dust  of  the  mart,^ 
I      Where  the  wonders  of  Science  are  seen  ; 

>  Fluted  pillars  and  urns  to  the  primitive  Past,  ) 
\      And  its  young  representative  scions, 

?  And  bronzes  heroic,  colossally  va»t 

?      A.o  the  winged  Assyrian  Lion?.  .> 


55,  84         the  soldier's  prize  songster.  @5 

0,  I  see  the  long  stretch  of  thy  sorrowing  years, 

Clime  of  azure  !  transformed  in  my  sight, 
From  the  comfortless  drops  of  thine  anguishing  tears] 

Into  dews  of  maternal  delight ; 
Royal  anthems  resounding  on  odorous  seas — 

Sceptred  barges  that  bridal ly  toss, 
With  their  white  waving  pennons  unfurled  to  the  breeze< 

In  the  blush  of  a  tremulous  Cross ! 

Green  idol  of  childhood  I  engirded  by  strife 
With  a  glory  the  grandest  of  Old, 
{  Could  they  dream  of  the  toils  which  encompass  thy  life,< 
(       Would  cry  out  from  their  crypneal  mould  : 
)  God-anointed  in  War  and  exalted  in  Peace, 
S      1  behold  thee — abroad  and  at  home — 
(  With  the  beautiful  lips  of  republican  Greece, 
(      And  the  brow  of  imperial  Rome. 


THE  GAULANT  SOLDIER  BOY.        < 

—  ? 

BY    PAUL    PELBY.  S 

Oh,  the  gallant  soldier  boy 
s  Is  the  lad  whom  I  love  dearly  j  S 

<>  Bis  beaming  face,  his  smile  of  joy,       ,{yf     / 

His  lip  that  speaks  sincerely  ! 
I  met  him  in  the  willow  grove, 
When  for  the  combat  he  was  starting; 
S  We  plighted  then  our  faith  and  love, — 

^>  Alas,  the  sorrow  of  that  parting ! 


R 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  85   QfJ 


In  his  uniform  of  grey,  S 

He  stood  erect  in  martial  beauty, 
And  sadly  tore  himself  away, 

From  arm's  of  love,  to  claims  0/  duty. 
I  twined  my  scarf  around  bis  neck, 

I  placed  my  ring  upon  his  finger, 
I  felt  his  kisses  on  my  cheek, 

I  wept,  but  could  not  bid  him  linger.  ? 

Oh,  how  slowly  drags  this  war  I  ? 

Its  weeks,  and  month's,  and  year*  of  sorrow!  S 
My  soldier  boy  still  stays  afar, — 

In  vain  I  wait  for  each  to-morrow. 
The  willow  grove,  with  faded  bowers, 

Seems  for  his  tedious  absence  mourning  ;    \ 
Oh,  watching  stars,  speed  on  the  hours, 

When  I  6hall  greet  his  fond  returning.        ? 

> 

•*  SUMTER."  > 

UY    M9S8   E.    C.    SLOMAN. 

Three  cheers  for  gallant  Sumter, 

Now  bath'd  in  glory 's  ray  :  ) 

To  her  we  owe  our  safety, 

On  this  auspicious  day. 
A  faithful  sentinel  she  stands,  < 

To  guard  our  Charleston  port, 
And  all  the  annals  of  the  past 

Record  no  braver  fort : 


K'sfi 


THE    SOLDIER  8    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 

Protected  by  God's  rolling  waves, 

No  Monitors  she'll  dread. 
And  grand,  defiant,  tempest-toss/d. 

She  nobly  rears  her  head, 

Her  flag,  now  pierced  by  shot  and  shell, 

Still  proudly  holds  its  place, 
Though  every  brick  on  Sumter's  ground         Jj 

Is  trembling  to  its  base.  > 

But  sU>ut  hearts  guard  those  crumbling  walls ;  ^ 

No  breach  can  make  them  quail ;  { 

From  every  port-hole  bursts  the  cry. 

"  There's  no  such  word  as  fail !"  i 

And,  phcenix-like,  she'll  rise  again,  •; 

A  tower  of  strength  to  all,  <| 

For  Carolina's  sons  have  sworn 

Fort  Sumter  ne'er  shall  fall ! 


TEffreKSSKlS. 


i  BY    5.    NKWTOX    BERRYHIXL. 

>  Marching  through  the  gloomy  wildwood, 

I  Or  in  bivouac  on  the  plain, 

J  Thoughts  of  spots  we  loved  in  childhood 

S  Crowd  upon  the  weary  brain. 

<  As  a  lost  child's  heart  keeps  yearning 

}  For  its  place  en  mother's  knee, 

j  So  our  thoughts  are  ever  turning 

S  Back  to  dear  old  Tennessee. 


\y  -  '^~w'  .' 


£§  THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER. 


Chorus — Tennessee,  dear  Tennessee  ! 
Whereao'er  our  lot  may  be, 
Fondly  turn  our  thoughts  to  thee- 
Tennessee,  sweet  Tennessee ! 

On  the  crimson  field  of  battle, 
Wading  through  a  sea  of  gore, 
Loud  above  the  muskets'  rattle — 
Loud  above  the  cannons'  roar, 
We  have  heard  her  wails  of  anguish — 
Shrieks  for  help  when  none  are  near — 
Groans  of  fathers  doomed  to  languish 
In  the  prisons  dark  and  drear. 

;  And  we've  sworn — her  hardy  yeomen — 

>  By  the  God  who  rules  above, 

'  That  we'll  drive  the  vandal  fOeraen 

Fro::i  the  dear  old  State  we, love  ; 
From  the  altars  where  our  father* 
Knelt  in  olden  time  to  God, 
And  the  graveyard  where  our  mothers 
Sleep  beneath  the  hallowed  sod. 

We  have  sworn  it !  ye  whose  revels 
Desecrate  our  childhood's  home — 
Sons  of  Moloch — bloody  devils — 
Tremble,  for  your  hour  has  come. 
Fierce-eyed  Vengeance  now  is  making 
Bare  his  brawny,  red  right  arm, 
And  the  gleaming  blade  is  shaking 
That  shall  drink  your  life-blood  warm. 


3 


^k,    88  THB   SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 


We  are  coming!  Fathers.  Mothers, 
Let  the  fainting  hearts  revive; 
Fan  the  fire  the  tyrant  smothers, 
Keep  the  glowing  spark  alive. 
Ere  by  Cumberland's  blue  waters 
Fades  the  last  wild  rose  of  Spring, 
Tennessee's  own  bright-eyed  daughters 
Shall  our  glorious  triumph  sing. 


SONG    OF    VICTORY. 

BY    F.    P.    BEAUFORT/ 

Oh,  peal  the  song  of  victory! 

A  nation's  joyous  cry  ! 
Our  troops  have  met  the  enemy, 

And  made  his  legions  fly ! 
With  musket,  sword  and  bayonet, 

With  rifle,  spear  and  brand, 
We  met  him  in  the  deadly  trench, 

And  swept  him  from  the  land  ! 

in  vain  his  huge  artillery  .    • 

From  every  hill-top  played, 
And  through  our  lines  of  infantry, 

Long  lanes  of  carnage  made. 
We  fought  for  home  and  native  land, 

For  mothers,  children,  wives, 
Nor  heeded  how  our  blood  we  spilt, 

Nor  how  we  lost  our  lives. 


CS  THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE    SONGSTER.  89   \^ 

We  charged  upon  his  batteries, 

We  slew  him  where  he  stood, 
Till  all  the  lines  and  rivulets 

Han  red  with  human  blood ! 
The  shout,  the  curse,  the  scream,  the  groan, 

ftang  through  the  smoky  air, 
While  shriekiog  balls  and  bursting  shells 

Fell  hail-like  on  us  there  ! 

He  met  our  onset  gallantly, 
But  when  our  gleaming  steel 

Flashed  'mid  his  sundered  panoply, 
It  made  hi.-:  columns  reel  ! 

They  could  not  stand  the  lightning  brand, 
The  gory  bnyonet  blade  ; 

They  turned  and  fled— all  but  the  dead- 
Defeated  and  dismayed ! 

Ho,  gallant  men  of  Tennessee  ! 

Ho,  Mississippi's  sons  ! 
Ho,  Alabama's  chivalry  ! 

And  Georgia's  fearless  ones  1  . 
With  Texan  and  Arkansan  braves, 

And  Louisiana's  host, 
Ye  reaped  the  patiiot's  sweet  revenge 

For  all  your  land  had  lost ! 

Fair  Florida's  enamelled  bowers 

Are  flusht  with  fresher  green  ; 
And  Carolinas'  crowns  of  flowers 

On  many  a  brow  are  seen  1 


90  THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER.  \^ 

Virginia  to  Kentucky  shouts  S 

Missouri — Maryland  1 
AH,  all  rejoice,  with  rapturous  voice, 

And  greet  their  victor  band  ! 


TO  THE  RESCUE,  ALABAMA  S 

BY   A     B.    MEEK. 

To  the  rescue,  Alabama  t 

Land  of  fearless  hearts  and  true  I 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  martial  clamor 
Calls  you  now  to  War's  wild  drama — 
Bids-  your  children  vp  and  do  I 

Lol  the  insolent  invader, 

O'er  your  north  line,  pours  his  host ; 
And  his  grim  and  vast  armada, 
Like  some  lightning-winged  tornado, 

Hovers  'round  your  southern  coast  1 

To  the  fescue,  Alabama  I 

He  is  led  by  lust  of  plunder  ; 

He  would  ca^t  your  altars  down  ; 
All  life's  tenderesf  ties  would  sunder ; 
Blasting,  as  with  bolts  of  thunder, 

Cottage,  palace,  farm  and  town  I 

Speed  your  clans  from  every  valley, 

Fine-clad  plain,  and  mountain  high  ; 
Let  them  not,  like  cravens,  dally — 


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!the  solpier's  prize  songster.        91 


Bid  them,  'neat.h  yon  War-Cross,  rally — 
/  There  to  conquer  or  to  die ! 

S  To  tk§  nacati  Alabama  / 

Fling  it  forth — bright  constellation  t 
^  Banner  of  the  Crucified  ! 

It  shall  prove  our  land's  salvation — 
Sign-baptismal  of  a  nation  ! 

H  shall  quell  the  foemaa'a  pride  ! 

Let  him  come  with  (ships  ^r.d  horses, 

Countless  an  the  leaves  and  waves — 
Vain  are  all  his  vast  resources — 
Conscience-smit,  his  venal  forcet 
Here  flhall  meet  defeat — and  graves  1 

To  the  rescue,  Alabama  / 

Patriot,  when  they  stand  united, 

Battling  for  their  own  loved  land — 
Heart  to  heart,  heroic,  plighted— 
Never  can  be  crushed  or  blighted 
By  ten-fold  their  Spartan  banctj 

>  Mother  State,  dear  Alabama  ! 

S  Then  to  battle  speed  thy  sons  ! 

(,  Bid  each  heed  the  trumpet's  clamor- 

Bid  all  act,  iii  War's  wild  drama, 
S  Like  so  many  Washington s! 

*>  To  the  retcuti  Alabama  I 

> 


fS 


92 


THE    80L0IEK  S    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 


THE  VALIANT  CONSCRIPT. 

How  are  you,  boys? — I'm  just  from  camp, 

And  feel  as  brave  as  Caesar; 
The  sound  of  bugle,  drum  and  fife, 

lias  raised  my  Ebenezer. 
I'm  full  of  fight— odds,  shot  and  shell  I 

I'll  leap  into  the  saddle, 
And  when  the  Yankees  see  me  come, 

Lord,  how  they  will  skedaddle  I 

Hold  up  your  head!  up,  Shanghai,  Shanks  1 
Don't  shake  your  knees  and  blink  so; 

It  is  no  time  now  to  dodge  the  act: 
Brave  com  -fides;  don't  you  think  so. 

I  was  a  plough-boy  in  the  field, 

A  gawky,  lazy  dodger, 
When  came  the  Conscript  officer, 

And  took  me  for  a  sojer. 
He  put  a  musket  in  my  hand, 

And  showed  me  how  to  fire  it: 
I  marched  and  countermarched  all  day: 

Lord,  how  I  did  admire  it. 

Hold  up  your  head  1  etc. 


With  corn  and  hog- fat  tor  my  food, 
And  digging,  guarding,  drilling, 

I  got  as  thin  as  twice-skimmed  milk, 
And  was  scarcely  worth  tbe*"killing; 

But  now  I'm  used  to  homely  fare, 
My  skin  as  tough  as  leather, 


52 


THE    SOLDIER'S    PRIZE    SONGSTER. 


93  Q? 


I  do  guard  duty  chearfully  ' 
In  every  kind  of  weather. 

Hold  up  your  head  I  etc, 

I  am  brim  full  of  fight,  my  boys; 

I  would  not  give  a  thank  ye 
For  all  the  smiles  the  girls  can  give, 

Until  I've  killed  my  Yankee! 
High  private  is  a  glorious  rank,     ■ 

There's  wide  room  for  promotion  ; 
I'll  get  a  corp'ral's  stripe  fome  day, 

When  Fortune's  in  the  notion. 

Hold  up  your  head !   etb. 

'Tis  true,  I  have  not  seen  a  fight. 

Nor  have  I  nmelt  gunpowder; 
But  then,  the  way  I'll  pepper  Yanks, 

Will  be  a  sin  to  chowder. 
A  sergeant's  stripes  I  soon  will  sport. 

Perhaps,  be  color-bearer, 
And  then  a  Captain— good  for  me  I 

I'll  be  a  regular  tearer. 

Hold  up  your  head  1  etc. 

I'll  then  begin  to  wear  the  stars, 

And  then  the  wreaths  of  glory. 
Until  an  army  1  command, 

And  poets  sing  my  story.  } 

Our  Congress  will  pass  votes  of  thanks  > 

To  him  who  rose  from  zero :  S 


£%]   91  TUE    SOLBrERV    PIW25K    SONGSTER.  [/§ 

!>          The  people  in  a  mays  will  she  > 
'•  Flurrah  !  behold  the  herb  :  " 

Hold  up  your  headl  etc.                S 

{ Fires  his  ) 

S  s 

What's  that?— Oh,  dear!  a  bolleVa  burst, 

A  gas-pipe  haa  ''•.-. pioded ! 
<J    •      Maybe  the  Yfl  hard  by, 

With  mudkets  ready  loaded. 
On,  gallant  soldiers,  heat  them  backl 

I'd  join  you  in  the  frolic, 
But  Fve  a  chill  from  head  to  fool, 

And  symptoms  of  the  colic  ! 


Speed,  speed  the  day  when  to  war  I  hie  J 


I'd  join  you  in  the  frolic,  < 

it  I've  a  chill  from  head  to  foot, 
And  symptoms  of  the  colic  ! 
£  Hold  up  your  head  I'etc  5 


THE    ft»OST    OF    DANGER. 

Br   CEX.    MIRABEAU    B.    LAMAR.  ^ 

Give  to  the  poet  hie  well-earned  praise, 
And  the  songs  of  his  love,  preserve  them  ;       J 

Encircle  his  brows  with  fadeless  bays, —  > 

The  children  of  genfcis  deserve  them  I 

But  never  to  me  such  praises  breathe, — 
To  the  minetrel-feeling  a  stranger, — 

I  only  sigh  for  the  laurel  wreath  £ 


<  That  a  patriot  whip  in  banger  1 

«,.„., ., ..... 


5  The  fame  of  the  field  is  inviting ;  !> 

&9 


PQ  THE    SOLDIER'S    FRIZ."    SONGSTER.  95    QPg 

Before  my  sword  shall  the  foeman  fly, 
Or  fall  in  the  flash  of  its  lightning. 

Away  with  scng,  and  away  with  charms! 
Insulted  Freedom's  proud  avenger, 

I  bear  no  love  but  the  love  of  arms', 
And  the  bride  that  I  woo  is  r>  >;,ger  ! 

When  shall  I  meet  the  audacious  foe, 

Face  to  face,  where  the  flags  are  flying?  I 

I  long  to  thin  them  "two  at  a  blow,"  j 

And  ride  o'er  the  dead  and  the  dying  !  J> 

My  sorrel  stee(^  shall  his  fetlocks  stain  ) 

In  the  brain  of  the  hostile  stranger  ;  { 

With  an  iron  heel  he  spurns  the  plain,  ) 

And  he  breathes  full  and  free  in  danger.  ? 

When  victory  brings  the  warrior  rest, 

Rich  the  rewards  of  mariial  duty, — 
The  thanks  of  a  land  with  freedom  blest, 

And  the  erniles  of  its  high-born  beauty  I 
Does  victc  y  fail?-— enough  for  me, 

That  I  fall  not  to  fame  a  stranger; 
Hie  name  shall  roll  with  eternity 

Who  finds  the  foremost  grave  in  da.vokr! 


RJ—- .,JJ 


j^j  %  TnE  soldier's  prize  songster. 


€I,OCII!V  A  BEN.  * 

BY    ARTHUR    BELT0N- 

Brother-soldier,  let  us  rally 

Round  our  country's  lifted  flag  ; 
Who  in  such  a  cause  can  dally? 

Who  in  such  an  hour  can  lag? 
See  approach  the  foul  invaders, 

Trampling  on  our  fathers'  graves: 
He  weuld  seize  our  wives  and  daughters; 

He  would  make  our  children  slaves! 


Long  we  bore,  with  tame  submission. 

His  aggressions  on  our  rights, 
While  the  hounds  of  Abolition 

Howled  upon  the  Northern  heights, 
When  at  length  they  rent  asunder 

All  the  bonds  of  love  and  faith, 
Scorning  to  be  slaves,  we  met  them  _ 

On  the  ensanguined  field  of  death  t 

Let  him  come  with  all  his  legions ; 
We  will  drive  them  beaten  back. 
Never  shall  these  sunny  regions 

*  This  was  t'^o  gathering  cry  of  one  of  the  clans  of  Scotland.  Scott  i 
says,  in  the  Antiquary  :  "  Tiiey  were  stout  hearts,  tha  race  of  Glen- 
atlan,  male  and  female,  and  sae  were  a'  that  in  auld  times  cried  their 
gathering  word  of  '  Clocknaben'— they  etood  shouther  to  shoutherj 
Nae  man  parted  from  his  chief  for  love  of  gold  or  of  gain,  or  of  right  J 
or  of  wrong. 


THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  97 


Wilt  beneath  his  Vandal  track. 
Sweep  him  from  our  dimpled  valleys, 

Crush  him  in  the  mountain  pass  : 
Let  no  vestige,  but  his  ashes, 

linger  on  the  crimsoned  graus 


!  ..-■': 


Souls  heroic— sons  of  sires  5 

Who  from  despots  won  this  land,         . 
Feel  ye  not  their  patriot  fires 

Glowing  yet  in  heart  and  hand !  J 

Freedom's  hallowed  line  of  martyrs, 

From  their  shining  homes  above.  \ 

Cry  to  ua :     "  From  vile  pollution 

Save  our  Legacy  of  Love !  " 

Now's  the  welcome  dawn  of  battle! 
Hark!  the  bugle's  wailing  sound! 

Soon  the  bolts  of  death  shall  rattle- 
Bomb  and  shell — these  scenes  around. 

Brothcr-soldier,_Ou  1  then  rally 
Eound  our  country's  lifted  flag ; 

Who  in  such  a  cause  can  dally? 
Who  in  such. an  hour  can  lag? 


-+♦♦♦► 


THE  SOUTHERN  CROSS* 

ny  ST.   GEOKGB  TUCKER. 

a  j  Star -Spangled  Baimer-" 

0  !  say,  can  you  see  through  the  gloom  and  the  storm, 
More  bright  for  the  darkness,  that  bright  constellation  ?  > 


cS  98  thi  loiBiin'e  ?miw  wvcstf.r 


Like  the  symbo!  of  Love  and  Redemption  its  form, 
As  it  points  to  the  haven  of  hope  and  the  nation, 
flow  radiant  each  star,  as  the  beacon  afar, 
Giving  promise  of  peace,  or  assurance  ©f  war ! 
Tis  the  Croat  of  the  South,  which  ahal1  ever  remain 
To  light  on  to  freedom  and  glory  again  I 


3 


Tilt  betrayed  by  the  guile  of  th*  Puritan  demon, 
)  Whioh  lurks  under  virtue,  and  springs  from  ita  coil 
(  To  fasten  its  fang*  in  the  life  blood  cf  freemen. 

\         Then  boldly  app>al  to  eaetf  heart  that  can  feel, 


How  peaceful  and  blest  was  America's  soil, 


And  crush  Ibe  foul  riper  'neath  Liberty's  heel  j 
j>         And  the  Cross  of  the  South  shall  in  triumph  remain  i 

(         To  light  us  to  freedom  and  glory  again  1 
» 

Trsthe  emblem  of  Peace,  %B  the  day-star  of  Hoi*,  5 

J;  Like  the  sacied  M  Labarum  "  that  guided  the  Roman » 

\         From  the  shores  of  the  Gulf  to  the  Pe^rare's  slop©,         5 
,  Tis  the  trust  of  the^Free  and  terror  of  foemen. 

'■         Fling  its  folds  to  the  air,  whilst  we  boldly  declare 

The  rights  we  demand,  or  the  deeds  that  we  dare  ! 

While  the  Cross  ef  the  Sou-h  shall  in  triumph  remain        J 
J  To  light  na  to  freedom  and  glory  again ! 

And  if  peace  should  bo  hopeless,  and  justice  denied,  <^ 

',  And  war's  bloody  vulture  should  flap  its  black  pinions,  ) 

,  Then  gladly  **  to  arms  1 "  while  we  hurl  in  oor  pride 
*,  I>3?auca  to  tvrants  and  daath  to  their  minions  I 

)  With  onr  front  in  rt;  field,  swsarvng  never  to  yield, 

<  Or  retura  llbi  th/i  Sprutvj,  la  death  on  our  shield  f 
I  Ana  tho  Cross  of  *h3  tfcuh  shall  triumphantly  wav* 

<  A«  the  Flag  <tf  the  Fres  qi  the  Pail  of  tho  Brave  ! 


B 


TBI    tObDIBK'S   MI»   tOS^UTtR.  M   O 


All  quiet  Along  the  Potomac  To-Night.  I 

„ 

•  •  All  quiet  along  the  Potomac  to-night, 
Except  now  and  then  a  stray  picket  "> 

b  shot,  a£  he  walks  on  his  beat  to  and  frx, 
By  a  r ifleman  hid  in  the  thicket. ' '  ■ 

'lis  nothing — a  private  cr  two,  now  and  thw,  > 

Will  not  count  in  the  aewa  of  the  battle  ■ 

Xbt  on  officer  lost— only  ono  of  the  men- 
Moaning  out,  all  alone,  the  death-rattle  I 

All  quiet  along  the  ratomac  to-night, 

Where  the  soldiers  lie  peacefully  dreaming  ;  s 

Xheir  tents  in  the  rays  of  the  clear  autumn  mo<4, 

Or  the  light  of  the  watch-fires  are  gleaming. 
a  tremulous  sigh,  as  the  gentle  night- wind  ' 

Through  the  forest  leaves  slowly  Is  creeping, 
While  the  stars  up  above,  with  their  glittering  ey** 

Keep  guard— for  the  army  la  sleeping. 

i  here  is  only  the  sound  of  the  lone  sentry 'a  tread. 

As  he  tramps  from  the  rock  to  the  fountain.': 
And  thinks  of  the  two  on  the  low  trundle-b*"!. 

Faraway  in  tho  cot  on  the  mountain. 
His  musket  falls  slack— his  face  dark  and  grim. 

Grows  gentle  with  memories  tender,  j 

as  he  mutters  a  prayer  for  his  children  asleep—  ; 


<,  For  their  mother,  may  heaven  defend  Her  ! 

J>  The  moon  seems  to  shine  as  brighUy  as  then,  i 

That  night  when  the  love  yet  unspoken,  r 

Leaped  np  toha>  lips,  and  when  low  murmured  yew*. 
Were  pledged  to  be  ever  unbroken. 

Then  drawing  his  sleeve  roughly  over  hs  eyo*. 

0  Be  dashes  off  fteavg  thai  are  ^Veiling ; 
And  gathers  his  gun  close  up  to  i  s  place, 

1  As  if  to  keep  down  the  heart-swelling. 


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q]    100  TJHE    SOLDIER^    PRIZE    80NGSTER. 

\  , 

He  passes  the  ffuntain,  tho  blasted  pine  tree. 

The  footstep  lagging  and  weary  ; 
Yet  onward  he  goes,  through,  the  broad  belt  of  light, 

Towards  tho  i  so  dreary. 

Hark  !  was  it  .     .         u  rustled  tho  loaves  ? 

Was/  -  :  I  oiu-1}'  Lashing  r 

{  It  looked  like  a  rifle-  >ye ! 

J  And  the  lif«  -plashing. 

< 

r'  All  quiet  e !  jr.g  the  Potomac  to-night. 

<|  Ni  sound  save  tho  rush  of  the  river; 

S  Whilo  soft  falls  the  dew  or.  the  face  of  the  dead— 

)  The  picket's  of!  duty  forever. 


A    HYMN 

For  ~»  clonal  Fasting,  IIumULtlo?i  and  Trayn\ 

Prone  to  the  dust,  with  fear  and  shame, 
Upon  Thy  footstool,  Lord,  we  bow  : 

We  glorify  Thy  holy  name, 

And  pray  lor  peace  and  mercy  now  ! 

A  vation  kneels  before  Thy  feet — 
A  nation  struggling  with  its  foes — 

Oh,  God  of  Nations!  from  Thy  seat, 
Look  down  upon  our  wants  and  woe?  ! 

Without  Thine  aid  we  cannot  stand ; 

The  tyrant  will  tread  down  our  might  : 
Oh,  Lord,  relieve  our  bleeding  land, 

And  break  the  darkness  of  our  night ! 


THE   SOLDIERS   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  101 


We've  sent  our  warriors  to  the  field, 
To  meet  the  vile  Philistian  horde; 

Oh,  Father!  be  to  them  a  shield — 
Oh,  give  to  them  the  victor's  sword ! 

.Our  widows  weep,  our  orphans  cry, 

Our  wives  and  maide  is  chrink  with  fear; 

Oh,  hear  tli3  suffering  suppliant's  sigh, 
A  weak  and  contrite  people  hear  ! 

We  plerd  no  merit  of  our  o\.u, 

All  base  and  siuful  as  we  are  ; 
We  feel  we  dare  not  seek  Thy  throne, 

But  with  the  abject  voice  of  prayer! 

Yet  Thou  didst  swesr  in  ancient  days, 
That  if  Thy  people  would  bow  down 

Thou  wouidst  forgive  their  erring  w'ays, 
Nor  longer  on  their  efforts  frown  ! 

Look  then,  upon  us  kneeling  now, 
With  fasting  soul  and  humble  lieart  ; 

Oh,  from  Thy  lofty  dwelling  bow, 

And  mercy,  grace  and  strength  impart ! 


Our  injured  country  aid  and  bless! 

Through  war's  Eed  Sea  her  armies  take, 
And,  safely  through  the  Wilderness, 

Conduct  us  for  Messiah's  sake  ! 


M 


O,    102  THE    SOLDIER'S    TXIZE    BONGSTER.  \£§ 

s  GOD  OUR  REFUGE. 


A   H  Y  M  N  . 

(  _ 

God  is  our  refuge  inlhia  hour 

Of  darkness  and  desmay  ; 
Our  strength  against  the  foeman's  power 
(  Our  help  in  battle's  day  1 

)  Therefore  we  will  not  be  afraid, 

$  Though  earthquakes  shake  the  ground 

Though  mountains  should  be  level  made, 
And  waters  roar  around. 

He  will  his  chosen  place  defend 
>  Against  tb/  invader's  hand; 

Their  mighty  hosts  He  soon  will  rend, 
I  And  sweep  them  from  the  land  ! 

In  vain  they  form  in  serried  war, 
And  wield  their  flaming  swords, — 

Jehovah's  arm  is  mightier  far, 
<  To  crush  their  heathen  hordes. 


He  led  our  fathers  thro'  the  flood 
}  In  freedom's  battle  mora  ; 

He  blessed  the  sacrifice  of  blood, 
I  When  this  young  land  was  born  ; 

To  Him  in  suppliance  now  we  kneel, 
<  And  in  His  word  confide  : 

£  He  will,  He  will  His  love  reveal, 

And  safe  our  armies  guide ! 


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THE   SOLDIER'S   PRIZE   SONGSTER.  103 


Then  turn  and  fly  ye  heathen  host. 

For  Jacob's  God  is  here, — 
He  will  deride  your  naughty  boast 

And  rend  your  shaft  and  <a>car  j 
He  is  oar  refuge  in  this  hor.r 

Of  darkness  and  dismay  ;  • 

Our  strength  against  your  pride  and  power, —  { 


Our  help  in  battle's  day  ! 


« •»•■»» — 


A  CHANT. 



S  Oft  have  I  teen  some  sire  of  Battle's  Day, 
\  Whose  feet  yet  lingered  on  their  heavenward  way, — ) 
)  Those  feet  that  tread  through  Britain's  stormy  sea,  J 
;■  And  gained  at  length  the  asylum  of  the  Free,— 
Though  old  and  feeble,  passionless  and  lame, 

•  And  all  unconscious  of  the  voice  of  Fame, 
;   Yet  name  the  Revolution  ! — at  the  word 

•  What  proud  emotions  in  his  heart  are  stirred  ! 
I  His  brow  grows  beautiful !— its  seaming  scar* 
i'  Are  jewels  in  the  diadem  of  wars  1 

(  How  leap  his  pulses! — in  his  faded  eyes  .; 

<  Gleam  the  lost  splendors  of  his  morning  skies-. 

(  A  youth  again — all  greedily  he  hears 

)  The  battle  trumpet  singing  in  his  ears  ! 

'  His  lips  grow  eloquent — and  hark  !  they  tell 

\  The  woes  and  struggles  that  his  youth  befell  ! —       > 

S  A  living  history  !     He  proudly  boasts 

^  Kow  freedom's  sons  repelled  the  tyrant's  hosts 


£%   104  THH   80LDIER?S    PRIZE   SONGSTER. 

S 

How  at  Eutaw  and  Camden,  Sumter  bled. 

And  Marion  and  Pickens  bravely  led! 
'  Oh  !  not  the  blind  old  bard  in  Tempe's  vale. 

More  eloquently  breathed  bis  battle-tale. 

Our  Country's  Illiad  from  such  lips  is  poured," 
'  While  thus  they  tell  the  baptism  of  her  sword. 


Hark !  the  muffled  drum  sounds  the  last  march  of  the  brave, 

The  soldier  retreats  to  his  quarters,  the  grave, 

Under  Death,  whom  he  owns  bis  commander  in  chief, 

No  more  he'll  turn  out  with  the  ready  relief. 

But  in  spile  of  Death's  terrors  or  hostile  alarms. 

When  he  hears  the  last  bugle, 

When  ho  hears  the  In  at  bugle,  he'll  stand  to  his  arms. 

Farewell,  brother  soldiers,  in  peace  may  ye  rest. 

And  light  lie  the  turf  on  each  veteran  breast, 

Until  that  review  when  the  sculs  of  the  brave 

Shall  behold  the  Chief  Ensign,  fair  Mercy's  flag,  wave: 

Then,  freed  from  death's  terrors,  and  hostile  alarms, 

When  we  hear  the  last  bugle, 

When  we  hear  the  last  bugle,  we'll  stand  to  our  aims. 


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